August 2011
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“When we are no longer children we are already dead.”
– Constantin Brâncuşi (via catblood)
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“I love the dark hours of my being
in which my senses drop into the deep.
I...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, from A Book for the Hours in Prayer, trans. Robert Bly (via proustitute)
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