The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering, And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty to die. -Emily Dickinson
Damn - powerful stuff. Raw and full of the feelings that only love and heartbreak can elicit...
gosh i'm so glad i know you.
You posted that at 11:11...And, as always, the writing is right.
♥
heartbreakingly true.xxdreaming is believing
No words.Perfection.Love you so much.<3
Let the bastard burn by the scalding rays of the desert sun. <3
^ this 10/10 :-D
Damn - powerful stuff. Raw and full of the feelings that only love and heartbreak can elicit...
ReplyDeletegosh i'm so glad i know you.
ReplyDeleteYou posted that at 11:11...
ReplyDeleteAnd, as always, the writing is right.
♥
ReplyDeleteheartbreakingly true.xx
ReplyDeletedreaming is believing
No words.
ReplyDeletePerfection.
Love you so much.
<3
Let the bastard burn by the scalding rays of the desert sun. <3
ReplyDelete^ this 10/10 :-D
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