Fresh October brings the pheasant, Then to gather nuts is pleasant.

Hot July brings cooling showers, Apricots and gillyflowers.

January brings the snow, makes our feet and fingers glow.

Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies.

Dull November brings the blast, Then the leaves are whirling fast.

April brings the primrose sweet, / Scatters daisies at our feet.

The Poplar grows up straight and tall, The Pear-tree spreads along the wall

there is nothing so uncertain and slippery as fact.

The desire to be the object of public attention is weak, but the excessive dread of it is but a form of vanity and over-self-contemplativeness.

February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again.

Logic is trying to trick my mind into believing that what my heart is saying, is a lie ~ That's why I'll scream it loud and clear, Your heart knows what your mind won't always hear.

Fashion is not about before, it’s not about after, it’s about now

Rhyannon Byrd has a gift for beautiful, sensual storytelling.

No one ever asks a kid for her opinion, but it seems to me that growing up means you stop hoping for the best, and start expecting the worst.

Lovers can find nothing to say to each other that has not been said and unsaid a thousand times over. Kisses were invented to translate such nothings into wounds

I haven't had any problems with my back since I got the foot surgery.

Trust your instincts. If you have no instincts, trust your impulses.

Avoid making irrevocable decisions while tired or hungry.

I became the singer by default. I didn't know if I could do it. We tried other people, but couldn't find anyone we liked.

Take care and spike your hair. WWWYKI!