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Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame. William Butler Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire (via witchsauce)

I’m scared to be an uncertainty, I regret that I am not fire. Alexander Vvedensky (trans. Matvei Yankelevich), from “Rug/Hydrangea” (via the-final-sentence)