Formal Gardens Gerade / Just Instinkt / Instinct Mir / Me Mögen / Like Natur / Nature Vermuten / Guess Wild Wildnis / Wilderness
I just went insane. I just, like, couldn't get off of Twitter. It was like, 'I guess this is where I live now - talking about Emily Gould on Twitter'.
I just don't think I'm that interesting. I don't think what I have to say is that interesting. To hear me go blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I mean, who... cares?
My friends just make fun of me in some shape or form.
I guess they just took it for granted that that was what I was interested in and let nature take its course.
But who can paint like Nature? Can imagination boast, amid its gay creation, hues like hers?
When I'm out with a group I hide in the corner and get legless. I just make sure my friends shield me.
It takes a lot of help - nature, friends, family, craftsmen - for me to make what I make.
The very aim and end of our institutions is just this: that we may think what we like and say what we think.
Two things control men's nature, instinct and experience.
