December 2011
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The Choice
The intellect of man is forced to choose
perfection of the life, or of the work,
And if it take the second must refuse
A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.
When all that story's finished, what's the news?
In luck or out the toil has left its mark:
That old perplexity an empty purse,
Or the day's vanity, the night's remorse.
William Butler Yeats
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fuck.
and yea, I know.
Eu quero uma piscina dessa:
breadpao:
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Conclusion of the evening:
I have way too many guy friendsĀ
lulzlulzlulz
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hey you over there
with the brown eyes and lost mind
Tell me what you want.
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