“Sometimes I feel so blue, darling. I don’t know what to do with myself.”
— Sylvia Townsend Warner from Selected Stories; “A Speaker from London,”
“Sometimes I feel so blue, darling. I don’t know what to do with myself.”
— Sylvia Townsend Warner from Selected Stories; “A Speaker from London,”
Blue is the typical heavenly colour. The ultimate feeling it creates is one of rest. When it sinks to almost black, it echos grief that is hardly human.
People. People. Endless noise. And I am so tired. And I would like to sleep under trees; red ones, blue ones, swirling passionate ones.
“My dearest girl, where are you hurt?”
— Amy Lowell, from Men, Women & Ghosts; “Figurines in Old Saxe,” c. 1916
I get cute for:
1. me
2. to be admired from afar but left the hell alone
Nobody is cute enough to insult or disrespect you. Remember that guys.
