colleen. 19. new orleans, la.
I like my pasta the way I like my medieval Italian literature: All Dante
running through my head all day. happy feast, everyone.
ships might be built for sailing, my love, an easel’s made for painting
but you ain’t no sailor and I’ll never be camera shy
my heart wants to go one way my mind don’t agree
cause they, they have fallen out recently
well she said "will I praise again? oh will I praise again?"
do you know what it means
to miss new orleans
when that’s where you left your heart?
but there’s something more
i miss the one i care for
more than i miss new orleans!
i just choked on my pretzels
SO LONG DORIS…
Think wrongly if you please, but in all cases, think for yourself
Doris Lessing, writer
RIP Doris Lessing
you’re welcome :)