"The silvery touch of fortune is too often gilt with betrayal: the meddling mouth of extravagance swallows every desire, and eats the heart of honesty with pickled pride: the imposury of position is petty, and ends, as it should commence, with stirring strife." --Amanda Ros (via @HarrySKeeler)
"dense fog
the moon's tide of
silence"
--@poem_exe 5-18-15
"I always thought that excessively performative femininity was a kind of black magic."
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