【2018.07.26 TWITTER】Do your part the youth is counting on us. They know were not perfect that just want us to be there for them with our flaws and all. I’m thankful that people can see the light. Not all will come but not all are chosen. Those that are chosen will choose themselves. #starbury#

卫报的评论员得有多伤心啊
This, then, is how the world ends, not with a bang but with a whimper. There are certain events so apocalyptic that it feels they cannot just happen. They should be signalled beneath thunderous skies as owls catch falcons and horses turn and eat themselves. At the very least there should be a sense of fury, of thwarted effort, of energies exhausted.

My beloved is white and ruddy
His skin is as the most fine gold
His cheeks are as a bed of spices
Even though he hasn't washed since last December
His eyes are as the eyes of doves
His body is as bright ivory
His legs are as pillars of marble
In pants so dirty they stand by themselves
He is altogether lovable
But he'll always be a two-bit punk...
so he'll never be my beloved.
What a shame.

TO MY 22.
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