The Broken Heart | John Donne

FLKJFD;KJAFSD;KJ BABY WE KEEP THE FAITH DARLING SDALKFASDF. HOLY SHIT. BUYING. NOW.

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another translation @ omtd. omg, beauty and the fucking beast. TRUE THAT.

But you were young, and you had Plenty of time: Going west, You slept on the train and did not smile. Under you the plains widened, turned silver. You slept with your mouth open. You were nothing, You were snow falling through the ribs Of the dead. You were all I had The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing, Larry Levis

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LOL wtf Leeteuk. D: That's like....a 90 year-old grandma's home-knit sweater topped off with a Scottish kilt.

Head, Heart || Lydia Davis

Heart weeps. Head tries to help heart. Head tells heart how it is, again: You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday. Heart feels better, then. But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart. Heart is so new to this. I want them back, says heart. Head is all heart has. Help, head. Help heart.

Flash Photography | Eric Gamalinda

This could have been someone who died of lightning long ago: easy to imagine how the skies broke and the fulguration like a skull exploding.