rien n'est parfait

I like it. I reblog it.

[mournfulroses]

Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust, 1880-1903

[depsidase]

[andallshallbewell]

[slayediest]

[andallshallbewell]

[ousia-poetica]

[siir-poesia]

[poetry-siir]

[poetry-siir]

“I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.”

— Charles Bukowski

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[poetry-siir]

[siir-poesia]

[poetry-siir]

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[andallshallbewell]

[andallshallbewell]

[lapiz-nomada]