Showing posts with label for esme with love and squalour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label for esme with love and squalour. Show all posts

Thursday, 22 September 2011

'I don't know. Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.'

Teddy McArdle

Posted by at No comments:
Labels: , ,
Subscribe to: Posts (Atom)