May 12, 2013
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“ Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call’d him soft names in many a musèd rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain, ”
John Keats, Ode to a Nightingale, 1819
May 4, 2013
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April 14, 2013
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March 29, 2013
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March 24, 2013
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February 24, 2013
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February 5, 2013
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January 11, 2013
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“ We were together. I forget the rest. ”
Walt Whitman (via theunquotables)
August 27, 2012
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“ I think you are wrong to want a heart. It makes most people unhappy. If you only knew it, you are in luck not to have a heart. ”
L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (via fuckyeah-literature)
August 18, 2012
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