February 2012
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I am extraordinary, if you’d ever get to know me -liz phair
A Girl by Ezra Pound
The tree has entered my hands, The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breast - Downward, The branches grow out of me, like arms. Tree you are, Moss you are, You are violets with wind above them. A child - so high - you are, And all this is folly to the world.
Everyone is lying in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars”....
Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
– “The Story Girl” by L.M. Montgomery (via julie911)