“The poet becomes a seer through a long, immense, and reasoned derangement of all the senses. All shapes of love suffering, madness. He searches himself, he exhausts all poisons in himself, to keep only the quintessences. Ineffable torture where he needs all his faith, all his superhuman strength, where he becomes among all men the great patient, the great criminal, the great accursed one—and the supreme Scholar! For he reaches the unknown! ….So the poet is actually a thief of Fire!”
Arthur Rimbaud
June12012
May302012
Part I. Finishing it up June 13!
May292012
Today!
4AM
Anna and me. Do you remember? Singing together, watching this movie, being little kids in this world.
(Source: inthepensieve, via smiles-and-sense-and-sincerity)
May232012
![L’autre Emmy :]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4i1suxBFI1qijmf4o1_500.png)
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L’autre Emmy :]
7PM
Same thing.
May192012
Oh, we will tear this place apart
- Me: Hey emeliiine
- Emmy: Hey robbyyyyyline
May152012
I told you I wouldn’t miss it for the world.
I won’t.
2AM
eighmmie asked: If you and I could walk through Angelfield... Where would you want to explore first?
Not the library. I wouldn’t want to touch that yet. Maybe save it for last. I would probably be unable to restrain myself from the garden. I’d feel able to breathe.
2AM
“Now your life’s no longer empty—
Surely heaven waits for you.” Kansas
Surely heaven waits for you.” Kansas
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