Mi padre no me entiende.

Me: All of these children are precious

A child: *murders two men in a second*

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an aesthetic graphic =D I tried my best.

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked/ tyger tyger, burning bright / i have done it again. / do not go gentle into that good night. / the sea is calm to-night. / let us go then, you and i, / april is the cruelest month, / pretty women wonder where my secret lies. / there is a place where the sidewalk ends / i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) / two roads diverged in a yellow wood,/ whose woods these are i think i know / let us twain walk aside from the rest; / once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, / i taught myself to live simply and wisely / it so happens i am sick of being a man / i wandered lonely as a cloud / does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? / o my love is like a red, red rose / o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; / out of the night that covers me, / it was many and many a year ago, /you may write me down in history / do not stand at my grave and weep / some say the world will end in fire - some say in ice / hope is the thing with feathers / the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, / no man is an island, / remember me when i am gone away, / i met a traveler from an antique land / ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves / this is thy hour o soul, / when we wear the mask that grins and lies, / death be not proud, / and death shall have no dominion. / laugh, and the world laughs with you; / the art of losing isn’t hard to master; / to see a world in a grain of sand / is there anybody there? said the traveller / nobody heard him, the dead man,/ that crazed girl improving her music. / come to me in the silence of the night; / where the mind is without fear and the head is held high / when you are old and grey and full of sleep, / in flanders’ fields the poppies blow / i thought of you and how you love this beauty/ life, believe, is not a dream / it may be misery not to sing at all, / if tarry space no limit knows /come live with me and be my love, / had we but world enough and time, / my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense /bright star, would i were stedfast as thou art- / thou still unravish’d bride of quietness / how do i love thee? let me count the ways. / heaven is what i cannot reach! / my dear, my dear, i know / in visions of the dark night / shall i compare thee to a summers day? / break, break, break / she walks in beauty, / i had a dream, which was not at all a dream. / he clasps the ring with crooked hands.