Because puppies make me happy. : )
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Because you get what you expect in this world. Ask & the universe will provide. & no-one knows the universe like him.
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I follow back everyone <3 Message me if I don’t!
This looks delicious…
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Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in the moment this order’s tall
And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
And in the morning I’ll be with you
But it will be a different kind
‘Cause I’ll be holding all the tickets
And you’ll be owning all the fines
Come on skinny love, what happened here?
Suckle on the hope in light brassieres
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split
And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
And now all your love is wasted
And then who the hell was I?
And I’m breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?
![centuriespast:
The modern Calypso; or the matured enchantress. Vide Telemachus [by Fénelon].
Print made by Charles Williams
Lady Hertford (right), as Calypso, beguiles Telemachus, the Regent, who kneels at her feet, pointing behind him to Sheridan, who is Mentor. All wear quasi-classical draperies with cross-gartered sandals. Calypso, very fat and with enormous spherical breasts much displayed, holds an unstrung long-bow and an arrow; a greyhound walks beside her. A little cupid bestrides one of her breasts aiming his cross-bow at the Prince. Two of her maidens alluringly offer goblets of wine to the dishevelled Mentor. The Prince says: “Most adorable and Divine Goddess permit a poor shipwrecked mortal to indulge himself in the Luxuries of your Enchanted Island, and allow me to recommend my esteemed Mentor the Guide of my Youth to the care and delight of your captivating Maidens.” She says, pointing to a cave (right): “T’is time for you after so many labours to taste the Balsamick Cordial, Sleep; you have nothing here to fear; every thing smiles on you; then give a loose to Joy; indulge to [sic] peace, and all other blessings which heaven is going to shower down upon you.” Sheridan says, extending his arm for wine: “Aye Aye, hic we had better stay here, hic come let’s have some, hic more Nectar my pretty, hic pretty D D D Dear’s.” .May 1812Hand-coloured etching
The British Museum](http://25.media.tumblr.com/06b9e76f0e2914ac91a8dbe61b038d95/tumblr_mjlym0OWpp1qzix81o1_250.jpg)
The modern Calypso; or the matured enchantress. Vide Telemachus [by Fénelon].
Print made by Charles Williams
Lady Hertford (right), as Calypso, beguiles Telemachus, the Regent, who kneels at her feet, pointing behind him to Sheridan, who is Mentor. All wear quasi-classical draperies with cross-gartered sandals. Calypso, very fat and with enormous spherical breasts much displayed, holds an unstrung long-bow and an arrow; a greyhound walks beside her. A little cupid bestrides one of her breasts aiming his cross-bow at the Prince. Two of her maidens alluringly offer goblets of wine to the dishevelled Mentor. The Prince says: “Most adorable and Divine Goddess permit a poor shipwrecked mortal to indulge himself in the Luxuries of your Enchanted Island, and allow me to recommend my esteemed Mentor the Guide of my Youth to the care and delight of your captivating Maidens.” She says, pointing to a cave (right): “T’is time for you after so many labours to taste the Balsamick Cordial, Sleep; you have nothing here to fear; every thing smiles on you; then give a loose to Joy; indulge to [sic] peace, and all other blessings which heaven is going to shower down upon you.” Sheridan says, extending his arm for wine: “Aye Aye, hic we had better stay here, hic come let’s have some, hic more Nectar my pretty, hic pretty D D D Dear’s.” .
May 1812
Hand-coloured etchingThe British Museum
