I wake up with the sound of chickens, and the sun’s morning glow smothers the room. Not even the air conditioning can lull me back to sleep. Anyhow, it’s 6am. The sun is unforgiving and relentless, but sensitive enough to offer this sliver stretch of comfortable weather. So I get up to start my day. My agenda isn’t filled with events or places to visit. The only place I’ll...
So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he...– Dead Poets Society, 1989 (via coopsmith)