September 2011
“Never and never, my girl riding far and near
In the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,
Fear or believe that the wolf in a sheepwhite hood
Loping and bleating roughly and blithely shall leap,
My dear, my dear,
Out of a lair in the flocked leaves in the dew dipped year
To eat your heart in the house in the rosy wood.” —from “In Country Sleep” | Dylan Thomas (via dieyounglivefast)
In the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,
Fear or believe that the wolf in a sheepwhite hood
Loping and bleating roughly and blithely shall leap,
My dear, my dear,
Out of a lair in the flocked leaves in the dew dipped year
To eat your heart in the house in the rosy wood.” —from “In Country Sleep” | Dylan Thomas (via dieyounglivefast)
Waves of shit crashing down upon me.
“There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words.”
—Fyodor Dostoevsky (via moldavia)
