Headphones are infinitely better than earbuds why do some people prefer earbuds, headphones keep your ears warm in the winter (as well as music of course :3 (I totally don't put on headphones just for the comfort…)) while earbuds do nothing but fall in/out of your ears and be annoying.
“oh but headphones are bulky and a pain to transport” no they aren't. Get some decent foodable ones you can stuff in a bag (pretty easy to find I have 2 pairs (one broken though)) and then you can go anywhere with only 10% of part of your (well my in my case) bag space taken up.
Also imo wireless headphones are annoyingbut that's just a logicless opinion that isn't worth debating.
The power! the power! of knowing things others don't! I want to show this power it is in me I need to boast it but then it ruins it!
“There is safety in anonymity.
There is value in mystery.”
RIP @cheesewhisk4rs [meower username], a legend gone too soon o7
I don't assume everything I see is the truth. Neither do I assume it's a lie. I take both options and think they’re both true simultaneously.
"Cyanide? In this establishment? Under my supervision? Preposterous! How dare thee accuse me of such felonies as smuggling cyanide, especially under the seventh floorboard left in the kitchen! I would never, never, hide such dangerous substances and perform illegal activities with it! This accusation of crime is in the greatest degree of disgraceful. You should be ashamed to believe I have dissimulated cyanide in my house. Just don't check the kitchen please."
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent down in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn worn really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath,
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.
Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate,
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few.)
You will hear the beat of a horse’s feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods.
But there is no road through the woods.
