
"Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death."
-John Keats.
Today Hannah and I went and watched Bright Star today. It was a movie based on the life of John Keats and his fiancee. It was brilliant, but terribly sad.
OHMYJESUS!!! Watching Supernatural, a guy just ripped Sam's fingernail off.
So at the moment I have a slight obsession with John Keats. We watched that movie by default. It was the only one on at a decent time for us, and we hadn't heard about it so we were just like, eh what the hell, let's go and see that one.
Hahahaha. There was just a Swingers Club add on the TV.
Anywho. I have this one friend, who seems to be mighty sad all the time. But is pretty freaking good at hiding it. Don't worry, you come find me when you're ready and we can talk. :)
Haha, Sam put air fresheners on the Christmas tree.
Mum left me the Red Curry. Great. Without rice or noodles or sour cream. Fan-tastic.
G'night blogger.
Love,
Me x.
P.S. We move in to our new house next week!! Eeee!
P.P.S. Don't be sorry. We all love you.
P.P.P.S. You're a selfish butthead.
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