nothing gold can stay. (r. frost)
even if we drink i don’t think we would kiss in the way that we did, when the woman was only a girl. (the cure)
my granddad, jack patrick, was born on this day in 1923. love is thicker than forget (e.e.cummings)
variety’s the very spice of life, that gives it all its flavor. (william cowper)
life is made up of moments, small pieces of glittering mica in a long stretch of gray cement. (anna quindlen)
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