"All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream."
- Edgar Allan Poe
the future is unknown
yet ignorance is bliss
cashmere and forgotten love letters
echoes from the halls of knowledge
which would you prefer?
option 1: to die young, having lived a life overflowing with adventure, excitement, and fulfillment, and never having to experience the decay of your youth
option 2: to die old, having lived a life of deep connections, rich experiences, and simple pleasures, yet needing to watch yourself and those you love slowly descend into the grave
O Fortuna
Velut luna
Statu variabilis
Semper crescis
Aut decrescis
- Carl Orff, Carmina Burana
my yearning to collect penguin classics never ceases. it only grows, grows, grows
even when the flame expires and the roses wilt, I will still love you: for death is only the beginning of new life
i just want to exist in a library, hidden among the pages of Homer, the smell of coffee and Greece and books filling the air
reflection of divinity, fallen yet mending // side blog: @moonkissedpearl // INFJ-T
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