But Me, I’m Not A Gamble. You Can Count On Me To Split

‎Trust your heart if the seas catch fire (and live by love though the stars walk backwards)
– E.E. Cummings

No moonshine… They lied to me. Those bitches.
– Mary

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.
– Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead


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