Whatever.

Jan 16
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Nov 19
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Though I Am Young and Cannot Tell

BY BEN JONSON

Though I am young, and cannot tell
    Either what Death or Love is well,
Yet I have heard they both bear darts,
    And both do aim at human hearts.
And then again, I have been told
    Love wounds with heat, as Death with cold;
So that I fear they do but bring
    Extremes to touch, and mean one thing.

As in a ruin we it call
    One thing to be blown up, or fall;
Or to our end like way may have
    By a flash of lightning, or a wave;
So Love’s inflamèd shaft or brand
    May kill as soon as Death’s cold hand;
Except Love’s fires the virtue have
    To fight the frost out of the grave.
Dec 16
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May 08
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to do

reassess. prioritize.

May 06
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Dec 14
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The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
— Kahlil Gibran
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The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeing new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
— Marcel Proust
Nov 11
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i wish i could rewind to exactly one year ago.