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langleav:

Ode to Sorrow by Lang Leav 
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acehotel:

…there exist these opulent gardens
With flowers as large as trees, wilting, of course,
Very quickly, if they are not watered with very expensive water. And fruit markets
With great leaps of fruit, which nonetheless
Possess neither scent nor taste. And endless trains of autos,
Lighter than their own shadows, swifter than
Foolish thoughts, shimmering vehicles, in which
Rosy people, coming from nowhere, go nowhere.

Excerpted from Bertolt Brecht’s Contemplating Hell, featured on Literary LA.
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"i would walk a thousand miles, id swim across a ocean and id die a million and one times just to see you smile"
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corgiaddict:

picathecorgi:

Stumpy legs on a stump

STUMP ON STUMP