If your depressed and you know it clap your hands *clap clap*

lol and I would clap bc I am but i dont wanna be so yea

Explanation:

**clap clap** if you got no real friends and you know it, clap your hands **clap clap**

Explanation:

    prior to dee leaving home, the everyday objects in her household were just that- everyday objects. she took no special notice of any of them. however, once she returns home, all of these objects represent great culture significance to her. she is incredibly enthused about how great the wooden benches and old quilts are because she thinks it is in-style to be in touch with her own culture.

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it was surely an odd creature that one made up by reading the historians first and the poets afterwards a worm winged like an eagle; the spirit of life and elegance and charm,   in a kitchen chopping up suet. but these creatures, monst'r however entertaining to the imagination, hast no existence in fact. what one might doth to bringeth h'r to life wast to bethink poetically and prosaically at one and the same moment,   thus keeping in toucheth with fact—that the lady is mrs martin, ag'd thirty-six, did dress in blue, wearing a black coxcomb and brown shoeth; but not losing sight of fiction eith'r—that the lady is a vessel in which all s'rts of spirits and f'rces art coursing and flashing p'rpetually. the moment, howev'r, yond one tries this method with the elizabethan mistress, one brancheth of illumination fails; one is did hold up by the scarcity of facts.   one knoweth nothing detailed, nothing p'rfectly true and substantial about h'r.   hist'ry scarcely mentions h'r.   and i did turn to professeth'r trevelyan again to seeth what hist'ry meanteth to that gent.   i hath found by looking at his chapt'r headings yond t meanteth.