Your Letter gave me more delight, than any thing in the world but yourself could do; indeed I am almost astonished that any absent one should have that luxurious power over my senses which I feel. Even when I am not thinking of you I receive your influence and a tenderer nature steeling upon me. All my thoughts, my unhappiest days and nights have I ( Read more... )

So I use to have this place I love going to. I use to bring my journal or my not digital camera and sit there. On days when I felt good and wanted to share I would bring my youngest sister there where we would have a pic nic dinner and enjoy where we were sitting because it was beautiful. A silver bridge, it was like the silver lining around my ( Read more... )

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Before I retire for the evening I've found what I believe is perfectly suiting to myself.

Now I have had opportunities of passing nights anxious and awake I have found other thoughts intrude upon me. "If I should die," said I to myself, "I have left no immortal work behind me - nothing to make my friends proud of my memory - but I have loved the ( Read more... )

From John Keats to Franny Brawne. July 8th, 1819.

Your Letter gave me more delight, than any thing in the world but yourself could do; indeed I am almost astonished that any absent one should have that luxurious power over my senses which I feel. Even when I am not thinking of you I receive your influence and a tenderer nature steeling upon me. All ( Read more... )

i feel really alone lately. even john keats makes the void seem greater than usual.

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