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How doth the little crocodile... by Lewis Carroll

How doth the little crocodile...

How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!



If I could live in my dreams and never wake up, I would.

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“I still think that human beings, even our beautiful and wretched souls, are just biology, are just a series of chemical and physical reactions that one day stop, and so do we, and that is that. But I’m looking forward to this blank peace, this oblivion, this nothing, this not being me anymore. I am looking forward to it for real. Or at least, this is what I tell myself. I tell myself I’m not scared, I tell myself I really want to die, and it never occurs to me until the last possible moment that what I really want is to be saved.”

— Prozac Nation, Elizabeth Wurtzel

apr 27 2011 ∞
aug 6 2011 +