when a person ceases thinking for themselves, they cease to be a person.
lets find the recipe for studious attitudes and unfortunate affectionate confectioneries
by seeing yourself as someone who can so easily be cast away, as someone so worthless and undeserving, you imply that those who you saved are also without value
Mute is our minstrel,
silent is our song...
sweet the bard's voice whose strains our course attended,
pleasant the paths he guided us along.
Now must we part,
-oh word all full of sadness...
· Fri Nov 03, 2017 @ 04:01am · 0 Comments