Greetings and love from a professional dabbler, dandified layabout. I am... a transient heart, chameleon soul and a deathless wonder.
I am an idea, I change as frequently as the direction of the wind but I shall never expire. I am fickle;useless, a cad and a bounder, but still loveable.
And I have no plans to ever change.


A bee can become drunk from fermented nectar and other bees will punish it by chewing off its legs.

"Hey, Pete is drunk again lets chew his legs off"

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In case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.

—Virginia Woolf, Selected Diaries (via larmoyante)

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