Dear reader, this is a collection of my broken thoughts that I collect primarily for myself, as I believe that through the art and the genius of others we can find purpose and meaning in ourselves.
Waterhouse - Lamia and the Soldier
“Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is—-Love, forgive us!—-cinders, ashes, dust; Love in a palace is perhaps at last More grievous torment than a hermit’s fast.”