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I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year. I feel I know you so well that I couldn’t have known you better if we’d been friends for twenty years. You won’t fail me, will you? Only two minutes, and you’ve made me happy forever. Yes, happy. Who knows, perhaps you’ve reconciled me with myself, resolved all my doubts.

When I woke up it seemed to me that some snatch of a tune I had known for a long time, I had heard somewhere before but had forgotten, a melody of great sweetness, was coming back to me now. It seemed to me that it had been trying to emerge from my soul all my life, and only now-

If and when you fall in love, may you be happy with her. I don’t need to wish her anything, for she’ll be happy with you. May your sky always be clear, may your dear smile always be bright and happy, and may you be for ever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart. Isn’t such a moment sufficient for the whole of one’s life?

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights (via pavorst)
There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.
Vincent van Gogh (via larmoyante)
‘There must be quite a few things a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them. Whenever I’m sad I’m going to die, or so nervous I can’t sleep, or in love with somebody I won’t be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: “I’ll go take a hot bath.
Sylvia Plath (via partlyclaudi)
I must also have a dark side if I am to be whole.
Carl Jung  (via alecshao)
visual-poetry:

by renato ghiotto
(compare: “alone” by edgar allan poe: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-5/)

visual-poetry:

by renato ghiotto

(compare: “alone” by edgar allan poe: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-5/)

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I want to say that I believe that this blog is absolutely incredible, but that would be a completely inaccurate description of my feelings for it. The collection of thoughts portrayed is breathtaking.

:) Love you!

There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.
Ernest Hemingway (via alecshao)