Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
William Butler Yeats
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
William Butler Yeats
Even if you don't see religion that way, it's still thought provoking. And funny.
Anyway, thank you, Paul Kinsella.
Even if you don't see religion that way, it's still thought provoking. And funny.
Anyway, thank you, Paul Kinsella.
"Evie, this definitely the last time I help you look for your bloody contact lens."
"Evie, this definitely the last time I help you look for your bloody contact lens."
"Dad, we're right out of coffee. I'll just nip down to Spar, OK?"
"Dad, we're right out of coffee. I'll just nip down to Spar, OK?"
"Four days at this poxy resort with no signal. Think I'll drown myself."
"Four days at this poxy resort with no signal. Think I'll drown myself."
'A word in your shell-like. Mitts off, darling. Sir James is mine.' #wentworthwoodhouse
'A word in your shell-like. Mitts off, darling. Sir James is mine.' #wentworthwoodhouse
I've long admired this sentiment.
I've long admired this sentiment.