Would you want anything? Do you want anything? That is the question.
Don’t disclose any secrets about yourself, or about others. Feel the smell of scented soap instead.
“When we are struck at without a reason, we should strike back again very hard; I am sure we should -so hard as to teach the person who struck us never to do it again.” ~Charlotte Bronte.
“Chalk fairies” are police officers that have an urge to draw chalk lines around deceased bodies in crime scenes, and then disappear when investigators attempt to find out who contaminated the scene.
Passive-aggressive disorder applies to a person who forgot to return a library book more than one time… Oy!
What Pip tells Biddy in this page smells like a spoiled chunk of gouda marinating in a dirty diaper on top of a subway platform in the middle of August.
It’s amazing how sometimes we say things we think are nice, when in fact the other person thinks they are lies. Sometimes that other person is right.
I live in expectation of an idea; I foresee it, close in upon it, get a grip, but it escapes me, does not yet belong to me. How can I express it?