throwaway

it's hard to add a new entry, because that last one had such an awesome string of replies that would be hilarious to people who didn't know the context of each.

but all the same, that's just not how i feel anymore. fickly fancy.

"Otherwise, I am very happy here. The solitude in this heavenly place is sweet balm to my soul, and the youthful time of year warms with its abundance my often shuddering heart. Every tree, every hedge is a nosegay of blossoms; and one would wish to be turned into a cockchafer, to float about in that sea of fragrance and find in it all the nourishment one needs."

--Goethe, Sorrows of Young Werther, trans. Mayer/Brogan