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"Thou art to me a delicious torment."
W.B. Yeats (via loveage-moondream)
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"If you want a red rose,” said the Tree, “you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart’s-blood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into my veins, and become mine."
Oscar Wilde, The Nightingale and the Rose. (via loveage-moondream)
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“It was the face of spring, it was the face of summer, it was the warmness of clover breath. Pomegranate glowed in her lips, and the noon sky in her eyes.”— Ray Bradbury, from Dandelion Wine
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this is my fav video now
I watched WITHOUT sound at first and can I just say, big mistake.
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