Grieve Not

What though the radiance which was once so bright 
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.


536. Ode, Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
William Wordsworth 
Lines 180-191

Bieber Fever

"Jbiebs is god to those kids. Let's be honest. I even got bieber fever. Hahaha. I'm thinking of going to the doctor to get it checked out. I keep whipping my bangs to the side and pulling up my pants and saying "dawg" and telling all the shawtys to 'holla atchya boiii.'"

- My Sister, in reference to Justin Bieber