I'm a librarian, not an oracle.
I invited myself. Thought this table needed some class.
It isn't that we do what we want. It's that we're allowed to want at all.
Everyone's dying. A little, every day. Make it count.
Tonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.
They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling. God help us all.