I was cheerfully, leisurely making my way up the stairs to my room, when I suddenly found myself faceplanted on the steps, with a scrape on my knee and a crack in my toenail (ouch). Squatted on the steps momentarily pressing my toenail, willing it to fuse back to my skin, remembering the last time I fell up the stairs in an embarrassingly similar situation (result: largest bruise in my life from the top of my foot to mid-shin).
Just thought that was funny :D
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett