(How frail the human heart must be-
a throbbing pulse, a trembling thing-
a fragile, shining instrument
of crystal, which can either weep,
or sing.)
a throbbing pulse, a trembling thing-
a fragile, shining instrument
of crystal, which can either weep,
or sing.)
Apr 30 11:45 with 116 notes
Long ago, I believed that, given a choice, people would turn to good as they would turn to light.
― S.B, The Postmistress
(Source: loviebeks)
Apr 29 22:53 with 58 notes
