You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
They called me the hyacinth girl.
Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Fine. As long as you produce something tomorrow. I really wanna hear what you have to say. You're a good asset to this site, TBGO. I never really thought I'd like ISTJs, seeing as how my dad and exgf are ISTJs, and they both irritate me, but you're ok. Even with the fucking FAIL pictures showing up every 3 posts.