It is the hour to be drunken! To escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.
I hereby arm myself for today with coffee and the willingness to be wrong.
We found our homes in the wrinkled corners of each other’s souls.
You cannot find peace by avoiding life.
“Cold” by Adriana Cahova
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