We're all in transit transitioning purgatory
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Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

" Invictus by William Ernest Henley 

Like two doomed ships that pass in storm
We had crossed each other’s way:
But we made no sign, we said no word,
We had no word to say;
For we did not meet in the holy night,
But in the shameful day.

" The Ballad of Reading Gaol by Oscar Wilde

flatabsandthighgaps:

“Be hydrated”, they said
“It will give you good hair, and clear skin,” they said
“It’s good for you,” they said

“I CANNOT EVEN SLEEP BECAUSE I HAVE TO GO URINATE EVERY HALF HOUR”, I SAID

(via neverlaur)