February 2012
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There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid...
– Herman Hesse (via larmoyante)
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Already is seems to me that I have spent a lifetime in this narrow room whose...
– Anna Kavan, Asylum Piece (via awritersruminations)
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I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and...
– Dylan Thomas (via larmoyante)
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The weeping of the guitar
begins.
The goblets of dawn
are smashed.
The...
– The Guitar by Federico Garcia Lorca. (via jsykes)
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