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blogut: Love is no more. It died as the mind dies: the pure desire Relinquishing the blissful form it wore, The ample joy and clarity expire. Regret is vain. Then do not grieve for what you would efface, The sudden failure of the past, the pain Of its unwilling change, and the disgrace. Leave innocence,
Bleed me of art, and there won’t be enough liquid in me to spit.– Irving Stone. The Agony and the Ecstasy
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A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose...– Roald Dahl (via panaceum)
Feel it break you Nothing’s stable Drumming pain in total silence Emotion makes my heart beat rise Nothing makes me feel right Feel it break What’s the fable?
Silence speaks for you
BABY I’ve been found.
No body knows
So it seems you’re not my friend. Any thing is better then? I saw the future, it was dark I know I’m not afraid No body knows what I bring No body knows