faith in honest doubt
precious, precious blog
I don't have the slightest fucking idea what this means
That to the highth of this great Argument / I may assert th' Eternal Providence / And justify the ways of God to men.
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft