“Praise to the mind
That slowly grows
In solid breath, that knows
Its varied errors, shows
And will admit
Its witlessness.”
- Unknown
What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since everyone hath, everyone, one shade,
And you, but one, can every shadow lend.
Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you;
On Helen’s cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new.
Speak of the spring and foison of the year,
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear;
And you in every blessed shape we know.
In all external grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for constant heart.
— William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare was born two days after my birthday and died the day before my birthday, just saying
The Great Gatsby
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starting to realize how important it is to not worry about things in the future. everything will fall into place, and it doesn’t help obsessing over something months away! focusing on yourself and things in the moment is really important and i need to work on that!!
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Words are flowing out, like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away, across the universe
