Monday, 23 February 2009

in spite of everything
which breathes and moves, since Doom
(with white longest hands
neatening each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds

--before leaving my room
i turn, and(stooping
through the morning)kiss
this pillow, dear
where our heads lived and were.

by ee cummings.

besides that, this singer has been the biggest inspiration in my life for five years now:

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