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Backyard at Midnight
by Lexy Alari
V noci mé srdce chodí na tichých vodách pod hrůzostrašný měsíce. Pro každou otázku je hvězda. Pro každý z nich nezodpovězena, je píseň.
At night my heart walks on silent waters beneath a fearsome moon. For each question there is a star. For each, there is a song.
(Source: jour-night, via hello-darkness---my-old-friend)
Anne laughed — and then sighed. The bloom had been brushed from one little maiden dream. Would the painful process go on until everything became prosaic and hum-drum?
Theory? Hell, it’s poetry.
(Source: pleatedjeans, via sheltershelter)
And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.
Just saw Easton Corbin at Jugfest!
such as living with the uncertainty…
city and colour - sleeping sickness (par ohlovelylies)
"This was a story about a girl who could find infinite beauty in anything..."-The Brothers Bloom Visual expressions of an inward philosophy.
