She says, “But in contentment I still feel
The need of some imperishable bliss.”
Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her,
alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams
And our desires.
— Wallace Stevens, from “Sunday Morning” (via wolf-pact)
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I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself;
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.
— Wallace Stevens, from “Tea at the Palaz of Hoon”

Atlas Sound - Lightsworks

Ahhh, one of our modern day musical geniuses.

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John Grant, The Language of Water

Daniel Rossen - Deep Blue Sea

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by Michał Mozolewski/ Male/ Poland

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by Michał Mozolewski/ Male/ Poland

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Christopher Langstroth, Approaching Orange

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Christopher Langstroth, Approaching Orange

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