Tag: Drinking

Random #96

‘You teach me now how cruel you’ve been – cruel and false! Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they’ll blight you – they’ll damn you. You loved me – then what right had you to leave me? What right – answer me – for the poor fancy you felt for Linton?

Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have not broken your heart – you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me, that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you – oh, God! would you like to live with your soul in the grave?’

– Emily Brontë

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Liquid Fun

So I’m due to leave

The house today

Off out with my friends

To play

Whilst enjoying, perhaps

A wine or two

I’ll try my best

To forget about you

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Random #94

‘It’s so much darker when a light goes out, than it would have been if it had never shone.’

– John Steinbeck

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Random #86

‘All charming people, I fancy, are spoiled.

It is the secret of their attraction.’

– Oscar Wilde

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The Auld Hoose

They were the glory days

Although we didn’t know it then

Oh, how I’d love to go back

And do it all again

With you

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Random #74

‘… I have of late—but wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises, and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air—look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire—why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me. No, nor woman neither…’

Hamlet: Act II, Scene II
(or Withnail – your choice)

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