• person: so what music are you into?
  • me: are you sure you're ready for this conversation
  • Listen, children:
    Your father is dead.
    From his old coats
    I’ll make you little jackets;
    I’ll make you little trousers
    From his old pants.
    There’ll be in his pockets
    Things he used to put there,
    Keys and pennies
    Covered with tobacco;
    Dan shall have the pennies
    To save in his bank;
    Anne shall have the keys
    To make a pretty noise with.
    Life must go on,
    Though good men die;
    Anne, eat your breakfast;
    Dan, take your medicine;
    Life must go on;
    I forget just why.
    Edna St. Vincent Millay (via feellng)