~To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.~

it's june! it's pride! we're here! we're beautiful! let's read a book!

ON EARTH WE'RE BRIEFLY GORGEOUS! by Ocean Vuong!

probably JUNE 30! DEFINITELY 7PM! see you there maybe!