The captain continued to study him. “Then why?”
“There’s a girl,” Jack admitted. “–she thinks I’m a hero.” Despite everything, he found he was smiling, just at the memory, just at the thought. “She thinks there is nothing I cannot do.”
(reposted)
The captain continued to study him. “Then why?”
“There’s a girl,” Jack admitted. “–she thinks I’m a hero.” Despite everything, he found he was smiling, just at the memory, just at the thought. “She thinks there is nothing I cannot do.”
(reposted)
[answering phone] “Good….uh…hm…uhhhh…noon.”
“Hah, I wondered what you were going to come up with!”
“I checked and it was 12:00 exactly, so–”
“As soon as you said it, I wondered to myself what she was gonna say! I’m gonna use that one later.”
“Did you just steal my nice pen?”
“It’s not that nice!”
“Okay, I need to potty and I assume you’re gonna want something to eat.”
“Unnnnghmnnn.”
“So that’s a yes then.”
[answering phone] “Hellooo?”
“Hyello, good morn–is it still morning?”
“Um….yes it is.”
“Okay. I squeaked that in. G’mornin.'”
The area my parents are from has an industry based on three things: cows, chickens, and flea markets. That being said, it does pay to patiently check all the bookshelves when you browse your way through:
We also watched:
I also watched:
Tall Bear said: “You give generously for a man with empty hands.”
Alberich had borne his scabbarded sword into the gathering place, easy in the crook of his arm; he had passed it to the Wolf Boy before entering the council circle. His hands were currently beneath his cloak, as if he sheltered from the cold. He said: “I am a man, Tall Bear, and I speak to you as a man. My vassals, I order. A free man, I do not coerce or command. A free man chooses what he will do, and where he will go, if will profit him–or because he is asked, and it pleases him to answer.” And with this, withdrawing his hands, he revealed a sealed letter. “Tall Bear, I ask you now to be my messenger. Take my word to that whelp, the younger Jalra, that he may know to whom he will bend the knee.”
“Baby, I am one hundred percent sure you should not be eating leaves. [removes leaf] ….and don’t look at me like that!”
“Hahaha, her dad is a redhead.”
“Sounds like hell.”
“Oh, gir–what did you say?”
“I said, that sounds awful.”
“Oh, I thought you said ‘that sounds so ghetto,’ and I was gonna say, oh girl, this is S__!”
“What a picturesque town. I’m glad I don’t live here.”
“He shot them dogs.”
“Yes he did. But he wasn’t going to tell you that.”
“Yeah he was, which was why I didn’t ask.”
“She’s a therapist for the Marines. And a bodybuilder. The Marines who come to her office are scared of her.”
“Well, as long as she’s got a good selection of crayons…”
AND Ishmael crouched beside a crackling briar Blinded with sand, and maddened by his thirst, A derelict, though he know not why accursed. And lo! One saw, and strung the dissonant lyre, Made firm his bow unto the arrow's spire, And gave him dates and wine. Then at the first Flushings of dawn Ishmael arose, and burst To triumphing freedom, ran, and eased desire. His domain was the desert. None tamed him. None bought or sold his spirit, though his hand Dripped red against the dawn and sunset stain. Thrones melted, kingdoms passed to the world's rim. But Ishmael scourged the lion in Paran land, And kept his faith with God. And he will reign. - Herbert Edward Palmer
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