Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells.

Searching, searching, always searching. Until I find that special place in the world.

Okay, so that was the cryptic version. But I absolutely adore that poem, T.S Eliot is a god. That should tell you a fair bit about me huh? I’m a cynic and a romantic. Mushy and unabashedly crass. I’ve read The Wheel of Time series and I’ve also read The Princess Diaries. I’m a nerd who likes to party. I get told I’m smart, but most of the time I feel really really dumb. And to cap it off, I’m gonna go with the wise words of Britney Spears (my preteen idol, don’t judge), “I’m not a girl, not yet a woman.”


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