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Weedeater – Alone
“And many more too long, Embryos, and idiots, eremites, and friars.” Paradise Lost: Book III, lines 473, 474 - Illustration by Gustave Doré
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Nicola Samori.
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I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.
note to self. (via goodquoteco)
don’t feel sorry for me. I am a competent, satisfied human being. be sorry for the others who fidget complain who constantly rearrange their lives like furniture. juggling mates and attitudes their confusion is constant and it will touch whoever they deal with. beware of them: one of their key words is “love.” and beware those who only take instructions from their God for they have failed completely to live their own lives. don’t feel sorry for me because I am alone for even at the most terrible moments humor is my companion. I am a dog walking backwards I am a broken banjo I am a telephone wire strung up in Toledo, Ohio I am a man eating a meal this night in the month of September. put your sympathy aside. they say water held up Christ: to come through you better be nearly as lucky.
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I stood and watched the sunset and as the world dimmed in all its golden glory I closed the door you opened.
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… and she bloomed in his hands…
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