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 (by Khánh Hmoong)
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"You do not live and breathe without the world, but the world lives and breathes without you"

"Someway, baby, it’s part of me, apart from me"
You’re laying waste to Halloween
You fucked it friend, it’s on it’s head, it struck the street
You’re in Milwaukee, off your feet

And at once I knew I was not magnificent
Strayed above the highway aisle
(Jagged vacance, thick with ice)
And I could see for miles, miles, miles

3rd and Lake it burnt away, the hallway
Was where we learned to celebrate
Automatic bought the years you’d talk for me
That night you played me ‘Lip Parade’
Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree
Saying nothing, that’s enough for me

And at once I knew I was not magnificent
Hulled far from the highway aisle (Jagged vacance, thick with ice)
And I could see for miles, miles, miles

Christmas night, it clutched the light, the hallow bright
Above my brother, I and tangled spines
We smoked the screen to make it what it was to be
Now to know it in my memory

And at once I knew I was not magnificent
High above the highway aisle (Jagged vacance, thick with ice)
But I could see for miles, miles, miles

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Bacchus we thank who gave us wine
Which warms the blood within our veins;
That nectar is itself divine.
The man who drinks not, yet attains
By godly grace to human rank
Would be an angel if he drank.
-

Pierre Motin

French drinking song

(via mycolorbook)

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Tuscania, 2011 / ©Vito A. Guglielmini



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simena:


CHARLES FRANÇOIS DAUBIGNY 

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A classic is a book which people praise and don’t read.
- Mark Twain (via mycolorbook)
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A man who has committed a mistake and doesn’t correct it, is committing another mistake.
- Confucius (via mycolorbook)
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misterjohnkeats:

"Light feet, dark violet eyes, and parted hair"
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