Come, all you who are not satisfied as ruler in a lone, wallpapered room. Full of mute birds, and flowers that falsely bloom, and closets choked with dreams that long ago died! Come, let us sweep the old streets - like a bride: sweep out dead leaves with a relentless broom; prepare for Spring as if he were our groom for whose light footstep eagerly we bide. We’ll sweep out shadows, where the rats long fed; sweep out our shame - and in its place we’ll make a bower for love, a splendid marriage-bed, fragrant with flowers aquiver for Spring. And when he comes, our murdered dreams shall wake; and when he comes, all the mute birds shall sing.
– Aaron Kramer
And then I decided this Tumblr would also be where I dumped all my quick emotional vomit type drawings. Today was stressful.
Tumblr what
So I forgot I signed up for this Tumblr thingy last March. Hah. So I guess now I’m gonna use it. If I can figure it out. That said. I’m Danni. I’m a small rat in a big world. I have a lot of thoughts and shit. I’m gonna put ‘em here. Today’s thought: My heart hurts. I should be used to it by now.
About me
I don't care if they eat me alive. I've got better things to do than survive. I've got the memory of your warm skin in my hand. I've got visions of sky and dry land.
