So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
There’s times when you look at the universe and you think, “What about me?” and you can just hear the universe replying, “Well, what about you? Discworld, Terry Pratchett, Thief of Time (via ukgingerhomogeek)
'fondue — a peculiarly indigestible form of Welsh rarebit, mitigated by hot spiced wine.'
- F Scott Fitzgerald
(Wine makes everything better)
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