We are sealed in our own little melancholy atmospheres, like planets, and revolving around the sun, our common but distant desire.Allen Ginsberg (1945)
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We are sealed in our own little melancholy atmospheres, like planets, and revolving around the sun, our common but distant desire.Allen Ginsberg (1945)
(Source: sleepinginthesnow, via notational)