History repeats itself. Somebody says this. History throws its shadows over the beginning, over the desktop, over the sock drawer with its socks, its hidden letters. History is a little man in a brown suit trying to define a room he is outside of. I know history. There are many names in history but none of them are ours.
— Richard Siken
Posted on Monday December 27th
About me
social media enthusiast, writer by day, driver by night - shoe lover in between!i am monumentally moody, and my love is like whoa.
