Always nights I feel the oceanLouise Glück, from Egg in “Poems 1962-2012″
biting at my life. (…)
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Can we love nature for what it really is: predatory?
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Silence is of different kinds, and breaths different meanings.Charlotte Brontë, from Villette (via dearestvita)
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