How tragic is it,
That words only pour out,
When I'm floundering in the depths of despair

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How tragic is it,
That words only pour out,
When I'm floundering in the depths of despair
“Console me this evening, I am dying of hope.”
— Alfred de Musset, from a poem titled “The Muse,” featured in The Penguin Book of French Poetry: 1820-1950.
Tell me what your heart hides. I'll meet it with love.
Lupins & Foxgloves {via Milli Proust}
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“You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s better to listen to what it has to say.”
— Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
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‘i am your mould, but the shape of you is true absence, leaving me purposeless.’
Dawn Chorus Walk, Nostell, West Yorkshire
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Dew drops on clover leaves are my favorite thing, I saw these little guys outside the art studio yesterday…
“It hurts to leave a light on for nobody.” — Graham Foust