January 2010
15 posts
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My heart is the hamster you just bought. At first it intrigues you, soft and warm, you lovingly play with it. You nurture it with food and toys, but soon you lose interest in me. I become something that’s a chore in a cage that collects cobwebs. Begrudgingly, you feed me. Occasionally you get enjoyment from the endless toil of my running on the wheel that you gave me. Sometimes, you forget to feed...
“The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.”
– Henry David Thoreau (via iamtea-rriffic) (via fuckyeahthoreau) (via missiesahib)
