The ghost of Plato offers you one of two pills. If you take the blue pill, from now on your government will precisely represent the will of its people. If you take the red pill, your country will be seized by an intelligent dictator whose political views are identical to yours. Which will it be?
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Robert Frost (via wolf-teeth)
hello, world
introducing…
a student. a dreamer. a cynic. a wannabe. a hopeless romantic.
a vain, arrogant, impulsive disaster.
welcome to verona. and these are my thoughts.
12 months ago on May 19, 2011 at 10:46pm
