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tomorrowyoushallnotbeless:

…and you’re just like “I don’t know, I guess tomorrow when I walk out of my house I’ll just choose one from the swarm of guys that all come sprinting towards me.”

God, this.

My dad just will not stop.

Just wait until you’re an old hag like me (you enter your 30s) and people ask, “when you’re going to have a baby“… I have learned from experience the correct response is not a punch to their face…

More things you should never ask a woman (in the vain of their age and weight)…

1. when are you getting married?
2. when are you having babies?
3. (if they are not in possession of a husband or baby) are you a lesbian?

Seriously, just don’t do it… every time you ask these questions to women a puppy dies.

Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Stay gold Ponyboy!

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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

This poem was written Dylan Thomas for his dying father. The poem is untitled but is commonly called “Do not go gentle into that good night” because of its refrain.

Amy Poehler mentions, in an interview, that they just made up their anti-library stance in order to make a joke. But it turns out that they found many government officials actually shared those sentiments.

How much does Parks and Recreation hate the library?

The library represents that branch of government that’s like the smart kid—the teacher’s favorite. And the library always wins. They get whatever they want. Everybody loves them—nobody can say anything. People who work in the library think they are so much better than everyone else. And what’s really funny is we’ve been doing Q&A’s about our show, and people from local governments have said, “You guys nailed it about the library.” We were just making it up as a joke on the show, but I guess everyone hates the library.

If the library was a person, I’d totally be friends with it.

Fedflix is an archive of over 3,000 of public-domain films made by the U.S. government over the past 70 years.

I just wanted you to know about this resource. That is all… carry on.

I live with someone who ONLY reads non-fiction… I don’t think he has an imagination at all. He claims he read ALL his fiction in middle school.

He saddens me.

I got those sad old weary blues.
I don’t know where to turn.
I don’t know where to go.
Nobody cares about you
When you sink so low.

What shall I do?
What shall I say?
Shall I take a gun
And put myself away?

I wonder if
One bullet would do?
As hard as my head is,
It would probably take two.

But I ain’t got
Neither bullet nor gun -
And I’m too blue
To look for one.

This poem is so painfully sad. With it’s simple words and gentle rhyme you can immediately feel the desperation and weariness of the author. Truly one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets!

I got those sad old weary blues.
I don’t know where to turn.
I don’t know where to go.
Nobody cares about you
When you sink so low.

What shall I do?
What shall I say?
Shall I take a gun
And put myself away?

I wonder if
One bullet would do?
As hard as my head is,
It would probably take two.

But I ain’t got
Neither bullet nor gun -
And I’m too blue
To look for one.

This poem is so painfully sad. With it’s simple words and gentle rhyme you can immediately feel the desperation and weariness of the author. Truly one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets!

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General Definition: The setting in which written work or visual displays are accessible to everyone without hindrance or financial barriers to access, not protected by copyright or patent.

General Rule: Any book that was published before 1924 and whose author(s) has been dead for seventy years is automatically in the public domain.

Small print: Due to new laws in copyright and public domain status, some works are harder to figure out when they will actually enter the public domain. Law Professor Laura N. Gasaway at the University of North Carolina has a helpful chart to figure out when U.S. works pass into the public domain.