January 2012
1 post
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
— A Dream Deferred, Langston Hughes
May 2011
1 post
February 2011
25 posts
If you don't mind...
This tumblr has an original way of getting to know you. Just fill out the form here that won’t be published, it’s quite therapeutic actually.
January 2011
13 posts
Neil Gaiman?
Me: Look, it’s an interview with Neil Guy-men! John: It’s Neil Gay-men. Me: Ha! Yeah, of course - Guy-men, hymen! John: Gay-men, Gay - man. Me: Oh, yeah…
December 2010
52 posts
