February 2012
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There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.
– Edgar Allan Poe (via sumario)
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One who is too wise an observer of the business of others, like one who is too...
– Alexander Pope (via corona-borealis)
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My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.
– Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem (via sealfeathers)
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Where does a thought go when it’s forgotten?
– Sigmund Freud (via psych-quotes)