we should not give a fuck what others think but here's a secret: I really do care and it's sabotaging my life.
THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering 5 Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. - The Wasteland by T.S. Eliot April was indeed a cruel [...]