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 loveage-moondream)

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ajarms:

Nutshell (Unplugged) - Alice in Chains

We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone

No one to cry to
No place to call home

My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked

And yet I find
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can’t be my own
I’d feel better dead

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