I have something to say
I tend to keep a lot of my thoughts to myself because if I’m not making corny jokes I’m almost pathologically intense
On here and in real life
But maybe sometimes I need to release it
So here’s a heavy quote for the night:
On here and in real life
But maybe sometimes I need to release it
So here’s a heavy quote for the night:
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
36-40, T
