If my last words aren't "Stay golden Ponyboy" I'm coming back to life to die again
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. - Robert Frost
Stay golden,
pony boy ♡
pony boy ♡
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"I sat down and picked up my pen and thought for a
minute. Remembering. Remembering a handsome, dark boy with a
reckless grin and a hot temper. A tough, towheaded boy with a
cigarette in his mouth and a bitter grin on his hard face.
Remembering — and this time it didn't hurt —
a quiet, defeated-looking sixteen-year-old whose hair needed
cutting badly and who had black eyes with a frightened
expression to them. One week had taken all three of them. And
I decided that I could tell people, beginning with my English
teacher. I wondered for a long time how to start that theme,
how to start writing about something that was important to
me. And I finally began like this: When I stepped out into
the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I
had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home .
. ."
— Ponyboy Curtis, The Outsiders
stay gold.
Everyone and everything changes; it's inevitable. We watch the leaves change every season. The caterpillar changes into a butterfly. But not all change is beautiful, sometimes it's ugly. Our hearts break as we watch those we once loved turn into someone new. We watch in shock as they transform into something we never thought they were. Before it, we've changed too. Everyone and everything changes, yet we still live by our motto "stay gold." But what's the point? Nothing gold can stay.
I really like The Outsiders.
jussayin.
jussayin.
