'Hope' is the thing with feathers —
That perches in the soul —
And sings the tune without the words —
And never stops — at all —
And sweetest — in the Gale — is heard —
And sore must be the storm —
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm —
Emily Dickinson (via observando)
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New Found Glory - It’s Been A Summer (x)

I drink to paradise and death and the lie of love.

Charles Bukowski

Everything you love is here

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