Vida de un periquito :)
Adolf Hitler and Winston Churchill. It was a rivalry that pitted a member of the petit bourgeoisie against a son of the aristocracy, an ascetic against a hedonist, and ideologue against a pragmatist, a murderer against an adventurer, a racist revolutionary against an imperial political realist.
Feeling somewhat tired and vulnerable recently. Honours is a tough and lonely road where I don’t really know if it will be worth it in the end. Will I look back and realise I made it? Or realise it was all a big mistake. I will never know. I’m scared and tired of change, I guess for once I’d like things to feel stable. For the ground beneath my feet to not feel like it’s giving way, or like I’m walking on egg shells. But it’s just the way life is. It changes and it forces us to grow even if in a confined and restricted manner. I really need to breathe more. Just breathe and let things go.
Louisa Violet O