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.
—Oscar Wilde. Fragment of The Ballad of Reading Gaol (via bellatrix-is-a-star) (via oscarwildeassembly)
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