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My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
I never know what you are thinking. Think.

T.S. Eliot, “The Waste Land
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If you want to know the truth, the leaves talk to me every June.

— Anne Sexton, interviewed in The Art of Poetry No. 15 (via theclassicsreader)

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Donna Tartt, The Secret History.


When she is alone in the rooms I hear her humming to keep herself from thinking

— Jean Paul Sartre
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but we joke and laugh
otherwise we would start
screaming.
Do not be afraid to be weak.
Do not be ashamed to be tired.
You look good when you’re tired.
You look like you could go on forever.

— Leonard Cohen, “How to Speak Poetry”  (via weltenwellen)

This morning I am wonderfully peaceful. Just like a storm that has spent itself.
First Snow | Kaunas #295/365

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First Snow | Kaunas #295/365 by Andrius Aleksandravičius
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