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nypl:
Walt Whitman was born on May 31, 1819. Happy birthday, you poet of the people! Explore the NYPL’s collection of Whitman Manuscripts here: http://ow.ly/bgLIN
Happy Birthday to the great American poet.
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Holy Fuck
Tomorrow is my last day of high school.
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Man. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived.
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It was wonderful to sit with her head on my shoulder for hours and feel as I always have, even now, closer to her than to any other human being. And I wouldn’t mind a bit if in a few years you and I could snuggle up together under a stone in some old graveyard here. That is really a happy thought and not melancholy at all.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald to Zelda Fitzgerald (via 33113)
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