It’s all just bread dust in the wind.
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Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold.
People often claim to hunger for truth, but seldom like the taste when it’s served up.
—A Clash of Kings by George R.R. Martin (via laurbear90)

