And then I looked at the stars, and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or pity in all the glittering multitudes.
- Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
Drowned in the odour of honeysuckle
• Ask me anything
The infinities you can never show another soul
The infinities you can never show another soul
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