Jalapeño garlic tomato and bacon vegan loaded mashed potatoes. #getonthislevel
OH MY GOD!
OH. MY. GOD.
I imagine you start running over pedestrians and cackling.
Coffees literary or writers /Cafés literarios o escritores cafeteros (ilustración de Gianluca Biscalchin)
“Yes, I hear it, and have heard it. We have put her living in the tomb! Said I not that my senses were acute? I now tell you that I heard her first feeble movements in the hollow coffin. I heard them—many, many days ago—yet I dared not—I dared not speak!
And now—the rending of her coffin, and the grating of the iron hinges of her prison, and her struggles within the coppered archway of the vault! Have I not heard her footstep on the stair? Do I not distinguish that heavy and horrible beating of her heart?’—here he sprang furiously to his feet, and shrieked out his syllables, as if in the effort he were giving up his soul—’I tell you that she now stands without the door!’
The huge antique panels to which the speaker pointed threw slowly back, upon the instant, their ponderous and ebony jaws. It was the work of the rushing gust—but then without those doors there did stand the lofty and enshrouded figure of the lady Madeline of Usher.”
-Edgar Allan Poe, The Fall of the House of Usher (1839)