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The trees are coming into leaf.
Like something almost being said; 
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

-The Trees, Philip Larkin

toukos:

u ever have that friend where ur like. yes lets get an apartment together. lets adopt 200 cats. lets DO IT

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dangervvank:

"what music are you into?"
"i like this! it’s very grown up…"

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