February 2012
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So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon… I talk to myself and...
– Sylvia Plath
I am in such a good mood.
I love you all.
You’re lovely.
Awed by her splendor
stars near the lovely
moon cover their own
bright faces...
– Awe By Her Splendor, Sappho (via floralnymph)