this is the last day on earth that i'm going to be twenty two. it kind of sucks cos twenty three just sounds so old. but ah well. gonna make this day count.
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
good words forgotten; the bad, till eternity and beyond
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