It Is A Delight To Amble. A Restrained Frolic. Just To Perambulate About And Do A Little Wiggle That

It is a delight to Amble. A restrained Frolic. Just to Perambulate about and do a little wiggle that annoys the everliving hell out of your sister.

WHY do people telling me there are too many Things on my shelves? That's where the Things go. What other use for a shelf IS there? I aint a darnged IKEA.

*sneaking into my mom's closet in the dead of night*

"Please madam, have you a drop of Fray Check®? A pin or thimble for a wayward waif? A meagre scrap of linen?"

I was a very anxious little kid, and though my grandparents were very generous, I often didn't spend a penny of what I got. Sometimes I feel guilty about that, all the toys, games, and experiences I missed out on when I might have enjoyed them most. But then, that's the very stash that kept me fed in college. Thank you little gremlin child, I'm buying a nice lunch for us today, and I won't regret a thing.

Having a muse sucks. How do you tell someone that they are pretty much the love of your life but like, platonically? Now I know why so many renaissance poets got so heavy into ye olde vagueposting.

"Hey I know we don't talk that much and I don't mean to be intimidating or anything but I thought you should know that but yours is a beauty which burns in my heart undimmed by the wear of years."

"You are the sole pattern of my passions, but like, in a chill way."

"Your very presence in this world redeems all my fallen hopes for joy, not that I like you or anything."

"Like hey, no romo but u are the song my soul would sing.

...U make my heart go ringy ding ding."

Once you start doing only what you’ve already proven you can do, you’re on the road to death.

-Jerry Seinfeld