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say what you will about the reserve bank of india these are some cracking coins
pink in the night
the inherent romanticism of being thought of.
A hibiscus flower under ultraviolet light, shining for the polinators.
Gabriele D'Annunzio, The Virgins
Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
she once laughed and i wanted to frame the sound in stained glass.
I'd keep that as a keepsake in my yearning-shaped heart
this blog is my diary it's my sketchbook it's stuff on my bedroom wall it's a pdf it's an unpublished novel it's a collage. it's all of these things
— The Sleeper, Edgar Allan Poe
[text ID: At midnight, in the month of June, / I stand beneath the mystic moon.]
Fallen stars
would it be too much to ask to just spend the rest of my life here
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It is a curse to feel everything so deeply. Is liye,
Na hum hote, na dil hota, na dil aazariyan hoti...
I WANT TO READ ALL THE BOOKS, STUDY ALL THE LANGUAGES, ADMIRE ALL THE ART... BUT I AM JUST SO TIRED!!!
Rachel Eliza Griffiths, from Seeing the Body: Poems; “Seeing the Body”
[Text ID: “I remember her voice like a born I never want to pull out of my heart.”]
Sleeping satellite, Christopher Burk