(no subject)
"A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty."
Oh, but for the sake of feminists.
...and yet when they speak, they speak of man, and when they live, they live with man, and when they woe, it is for man. Truly, ladies. Purpose. Principle. Tisk~tisk.
By all means, my ladies, direct not wrath upon me. For I am one, and you are hepless, immature brats legion.
[ooc: 'sup guys, I phail with updating these days. ._. Poke me like woah if I owe tags, please? ;.;]