“La Glorification de la Musique” by Jean-Joseph Benjamin-Constant, 1899
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“La Glorification de la Musique” by Jean-Joseph Benjamin-Constant, 1899
60 is not old
sir john franklin of the eponymous doomed polar expedition died on the ice at 61. it's never too late.
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me whenever the stars are visible
God I miss the days when you could show up to a stranger’s farm and he’d say “What’s your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I ain’t got none, sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do you for and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who ain’t got married yet even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talkin and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinkin from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour
you see you don’t get posts like this on twitter
every day at least once while on a walk i think to myself “it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour” and sometimes if i am alone i say it out loud
the idea that every summer will be as hot if not hotter than this for the rest of my life is unbearable i need to (remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health) murder an oil executive
I found this on the public printer yesterday and now it's part of our decor and I'm kind of obsessed
ID: A tree in a lush forest, with the text "Am I out of my mind? Yes! I'm in my heart!". It's printed slightly off-center on a white sheet of paper. End ID
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