Susan grinned as Harry waltzed her around the forest floor. "It wasn't bad, just mistimed..." she said, trying not to insult him at all costs.
__________________ “Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off his mask?
Do you believe that life will always let itself be mocked?
Do you think you can slip away a little before midnight in order to avoid this?
Or are you not terrified by it?"
~Soren Kierkegaard |