wearing a blanket around the house like
Music is the universal language of mankind.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (via observando)
I’m not where I need to be, but thank god I’m not where I used to be.
— (via bodypartss)
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?
— Emily Dickinson, Selected Letters (via observando)
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