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Created on 2017-08-10 17:32:36 (#3261003), last updated 2017-08-16 (401 weeks ago)
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| Name: | Modrun verch Lot |
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| Birthdate: | May 1 |
| Location: | United Kingdom |
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They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another’s throats. Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don’t have any kids yourself. Philip Larkin | Whereas at morning in a Jeweled Crown I bit my fingers and was hard to please, Having shook disaster till the fruit fell down I feel tonight more happy and at ease: Feet running in the corridors, men quick— Buckling their sword-belts, bumping down the stair, Challenge, and rattling bridge-chain, and the click Of hooves on pavement—this will clear the air. Private this chamber as it has not been In many a month of muffled hours; almost, Lulled by the uproar, I could lie serene And sleep, until all's won, until all's lost, And the door's opened and the issue shown, And I walk forth Hell's Mistress—or my own. Edna St. Vincent Millay | |
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