Maria Jean

thylovelylionheart:

annyongchingu:

thylovelylionheart:

“you can’t be tired,” chortles a middle aged family friend, “you’re young!”

“really??” I exclaim. I had no idea. my exhaustion lifts off my shoulders, the bags under my eyes disappear. I no longer need sleep, due to my invigorating youth. I Am Free.

I read middle aged as Middle Aged and was expecting a plague reference.

“thou cannot have the black death,” the doctor scoffs behind his mask, “you are youthful!”

“marry??” I exclaim. I hadst no idea. the fever lifts, mine own strength returns, the blackness fades from mine own skin. I am in perfect health, due to mine own most wondrous youth. I Am Free.

terrypratchettparadise:

“It’s the familiar hot sinking feeling experienced by everyone who has let the waves of their own anger throw them far up on the beach of retribution, leaving them, in the poetic language of the everyday, up shit creek.”

— Terry Pratchett - Sourcery