I will seize fate by the throat; it shall certainly never wholly overcome me. Ludwig van Beethoven
I will seize fate by the throat; it shall certainly never wholly overcome me.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong , a homesickness, a lovesickness Robert Lee Frost
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong , a homesickness, a lovesickness
She саn gо аftеr mе аll ѕhе wаntѕ but if she gоеѕ аftеr Clаrе I’ll ѕlit hеr fucking thrоаt in brоаd dауlight.