#parker

My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him. ↗

— Dorothy Parker

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#humor #men #poetry #humor

It’s because your subconscious finds my subconscious irresistible. ↗

— Julie James

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#cade-morgan #julie-james #love-irresistibly #love

If you leave me here," the guy on the floor said, "he'll kill me tomorrow morning." Parker looked at him. "So you've still got tonight," he said. ↗

— Richard Stark

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#noir #parker #money