And so being young
and dipped in folly,
I fell in love
with melancholy. Edgar Allan Poe (via lavendertree)
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and dipped in folly,
I fell in love
with melancholy. Edgar Allan Poe (via lavendertree)
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Sometimes I am out of touch; but go on.
Virginia Woolf, Diary Entry, 16 February 1930 (via cluelessfashionistaa)
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He stepped down, trying not too look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.
Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via wingsforlashes)
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Who is invisible enough to see you?
Paul Celan, from Breathturn in Selected Poems, trans. John Felstiner (via proustitute)
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