anatomy of melancholy
bodies in parts
"True, I talk of dreams;
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy;
Which is as thin of substance as the air,
And more inconstant than the wind"
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Çhîldrën øƒ Íd∫e Br∆in§
Fuck it. I’m saving myself for Yuri Pleskun
3 months ago
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