There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of toast and tea.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder ‘Do I dare?’ and ‘Do I dare?’
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. –TS Eliot

isn’t it amazing how much we all hide. and if you just take that one chance how everything you know now would be completely different than before.

like if i knew where i put the folder that has my victorian poetry test that is LATE went. that how, despite the fact that my room is pretty clean i can’t find it.

and i had woken up 10 minutes later this morning, i would not have woken up to 5 scary guys being lifted on a crane leering at me as i walked out of the bathroom in my pjs. the tank top i slept in isn’t really suitable for strangers. and there they were, staring and smiling at me, right outside my window. ew. ew. ew.