Rubygirl

"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."
- Oscar Wilde

Nobody broke your heart. You broke your own because you can't finish what you start
Elliott Smith

Imaginary pains are by far the most real we suffer, since we feel a constant need for them and invent them because there is no way of doing without them
E.M. Cioran

THE SICK ROSE

by: William Blake (1757-1827)

ROSE, thou art sick!
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.




Relax, nothing is under control...



My heart and my soul, they are free...



Are you near?


Meet me... in Montauk







John William Waterhouse - The Siren







“Alone”
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—