Eulalie: Original handwriting by Edgar Allan Poe in 1845.

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I mustn’t look at you too much, or I won’t be able to take my eyes off you at all.

Franz Kafka, from Letters To Felice (via violentwavesofemotion)


Sheffield Park, Sussex - United Kingdom

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Liquid Light Show, Monterey Pop Festival (1967)


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I’ve begun to feel not gladness, but relief. I can walk without seeing how I look from the back, talk without hearing the way I sound. I go for long periods without saying anything at all. I can be free of words now, I can lapse back into wordlessness, I can sink back into the rhythms of transience as if into bed.

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Autumn Fog, 1928