Sometimes you wake up.
Sometimes the fall kills you.
And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
Sometimes the fall kills you.
And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
Neil Gaiman (via ownwonderland)
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I am alone here in my own mind.
There is no map
and there is no road.
It is one of a kind
just as yours is.
There is no map
and there is no road.
It is one of a kind
just as yours is.
Anne Sexton, “January 24th”
From Selected Poems of Anne Sexton (via liquidnight)
From Selected Poems of Anne Sexton (via liquidnight)
3 days ago
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