I want all my friends to come up like weeds, and I want to be a weed myself, spontaneous and unstoppable. I don't want the kind of friends one has to cultivate.
Roger Deakin, Notes from Walnut Tree Farm (London: Penguin, 2009), p. 63.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
the perfect antidote to the misery of friendship accountancy & gated 'communities'
I want all my friends to come up like weeds, and I want to be a weed myself, spontaneous and unstoppable. I don't want the kind of friends one has to cultivate.
Roger Deakin, Notes from Walnut Tree Farm (London: Penguin, 2009), p. 63.
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Que a erva role!
Um bocadinho difícil de obtê-la aqui por estas bandas, como bem sabes, hélas! ";o(
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