nature which headlong into life doth throw us,
with our feet forward to our grave doth bring us,
what is less ours, than this our borrowed breath,
we stumble into life, we go to death. -thomas bastard
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akissforcatullus
Nov 02, 2024 04:54AM
my solution to any problem is to just die before i get to the point of having to deal with itعرض جميع المحادثات
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an air of stately melancholy
my desperation and longing is rotting me. i cannot be both patient and happy, nor pleasantly hopeful without...
