I just want all of my lettering on flyers to look like an invitation to a couple’s night at a roller rink and I’m still not there yet.
When You Are An Old Cigarette
William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of ash,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your embers had once, and of their smoke deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing leaves;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
this isn’t the best way to try to win back my heart twitter it’s not even really *a* way
Phone works again. Not even the earth torn asunder can break its resolve.