My ambition is handicapped by my laziness.
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| — | Charles Bukowski (via ryandonato) |
Often the western wind has sung to me,
There have been voices in the streams and meres,
And pitiful trees have told me, God, of Thee :
And I heard not. Oh ! open Thou mine ears.
The reeds have whispered low as I passed by,
’ Be strong, O friend, be strong, put off vain fears,
Vex not they soul with doubts, God cannot lie ’ :
And I heard not. Oh ! open Thou mine ears.
There have been many stars to guide my feet,
Often the delicate moon, hearing my sighs,
Has rent the clouds and shown a silver street;
And I saw not. Oh ! open Thou mine eyes.
Angels have beckoned me unceasingly,
And walked with me ; and from the sombre skies
Dear Christ Himself has stretched out hands to me ;
And I saw not. Oh ! open Thou mine eyes.
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A Prayer by Lord Alfred “Bosie” Douglas
(via sarcasticdecadence) |
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Tom Hiddleston reads She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes;Thus mellowed to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.One shade the more, one ray the less,Had half impaired the nameless graceWhich waves in every raven tress,Or softly lightens o’er her face;Where thoughts serenely sweet express,How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,The smiles that win, the tints that glow,But tell of days in goodness spent,A mind at peace with all below,A heart whose love is innocent!
My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
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(via leaving-eden) |
Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.
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| — | F. Scott Fitzgerald (via indoor-outlaw) |
I didn’t go to the moon, I went much further - for time is the longest distance between places…I descended the step of this fire-escape for a last time and followed, from then on, in my father’s footsteps, attempting to find in motion what was lost in space.
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| — | Tennessee Williams (The Glass Menagerie) |
El mundo entero no puede destruirte tanto como tú a ti mismo.
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| — | Alejandro Jodorowsky (via cafecorazondeleon) |
Dying, is an art like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
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| — | Sylvia Plath (via drunkenhour) |
Between the billboard masturbation, across highways of metallic isolation there lies the deafening screaming of millions, wiping out the diseased pages of apathy that bleed our existence
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| — | Patrick Jones - ‘The Eloquence of Screaming’ (via sean-moore) |
