I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.
That place among the rocks—is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.

Theodore Roethke, from “In a Dark Time” (via proustitute)

Can’t pass him up.

(via journalofanobody)

Source: proustitute

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