Cry Of The Albatross

She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.

—Oscar Wilde, from De Profundis  (via pinkmany)

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Wait for someone who tells strangers about you.

—Vodka thoughts #1  (via )

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