not now….but once, I… felt this way.
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photo by Katarzyna Widmanska
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Let the fictitious sources of pleasure be as near as possible to the true.
—Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus)
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More from Eric Cahan’s Sky Series
I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.
—Zelda Fitzgerald (via thatkindofwoman)
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