“People. People. Endless noise. And I am so tired. And I would like to sleep under trees; red ones, blue ones, swirling passionate ones.”— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
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Cold hands & warm heart
"I found hell in my head & heaven in other people; they could never collide at the same time. and when they did I was still burning in the fire" r.m.drake