Because Emily Singleton told me to

Two new pairs of Sperry Top-Siders in one day

That’s OK, right?

W.B. Yeats' 'The Second Coming'

I love it when I stumble across references to this poem in readings or anywhere else. It always reminds me that it’s one of my favorites:

“The Second Coming”

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

The order in which I catch up on Thursday tv

interrobangin:

30 Rock, Community, Parks and Rec, the Office, and then It’s Always Sunny.

brilliant -> great -> good -> just okay, usually -> back to hilarious

Same here.