oh, falling leaves should curse their branches
for not letting them decide where they should fall
and not letting them refuse to fall at all

c’est la vie

years from now, they will make water from the reservoirs of our idiot tempers. soon enough, work and love will make a man out of you. through and through. your gentleman father would pray for a daughter, as he walked from room to room saying “women are winning the tournament of hearts. somebody’s got to lose…” soon enough, work and love will make a man out of you. through and through. soon enough.

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this is the way the world ends
this is the way the world ends
this is the way the world ends
not with a bang but a whimper.
- t.s. eliot