"In the end, you feel that your much-vaunted, inexhaustible fantasy is growing tired, debilitated, exhausted, because you’re bound to grow out of your old ideals; they’re smashed to splinters and turn to dust, and if you have no other life, you have no choice but to keep rebuilding your dreams from the splinters and dust."
[Independent APH Russia RP blog]
Is it August yet.
Is it mushroom season yet.
We (“we” being the whole family, do not think you are getting out of a family gathering) are going out mushroom hunting as soon as it is time, mark me.