“Each of us needs something of an island in his life—if not an actual island, at least some place, or space in time, in which to be himself, free to cultivate his differences from others.”—John Keats, Of Time and an Island (via debourbon)
You must go where I cannot, You must go where I cannot, Pangur Ban Pangur Ban, Pangur Ban Pangur Ban Nil sa saol seo ach ceo, There is nothing in this life but mist, Is ni bheimid beo, And we are not alive, ach seal beag gearr. but for a little short spell.
Wow that translation made it 100% even more better
(clearly I’m having a ‘memento mori’ kind of week/month/life)