So when you’re sorry
And one day you will be
I wish you all the best
And hope that you drop softly
And it don’t end too badly
And your raging head can finally rest
And you can be honest and rescue yourself
But I’ll walk my own road. I’ll
go where you won’t go.
You won’t put me through hell.
Cause now I see through you.
Believe what you need to.
Go haunt someone else.
The brave things in the old tales and songs, Mr. Frodo: adventures, as I used to call them. I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for, because they wanted them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull, a kind of a sport, as you might say. But that’s not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have been just landed in them, usually — their paths were laid that way, as you put it
Here Marzelle.Into the light.
Tonight we reminisced about who we had been, pondered who we were, and wondered who we would become.
Hello, my name is Claire, and I resent the hell out of my ex boyfriend.
