flutterby

posters and phone arrived
went into the city and.. oh! i’d forgotten. bought a jacket and a sweater (striped!) and filled my camera. I explored Southbank for an hour (read: got hopelessly lost) and completely tired myself out, I barely made it home.
on the bus home I was across from two highschool girls putting makeup on each other. quite amusing.
a boy who at the bus station the other day asked if I was from Brazil waved at me today at another station, twice. I pretended I hadn’t seen it. both times.

Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee
Jest, and youthful Jollity,
Quips and cranks and wanton wiles,
Nods and becks and wreathed smiles
Such as hang on Hebe’s cheek,
And love to live in dimple sleek;
Sport that wrinkled Care derides,
And Laughter holding both his sides.
Come, and trip it, as you go,
On the light fantastic toe;
And in thy right hand lead with thee
The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty;
And, if I give thee honour due,
Mirth, admit me of thy crew,
To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreproved pleasures free.

I looked it up. butterfly never was flutterby.