edgar allan poe bot retweeted
I became bitter and untouchable. I craved affection but even the mere thought of someone caring made my stomach turn.
A cadaverousness of complexion; an eye large, liquid and very luminous...finely molded chin, speaking, in its want of prominence, of a want of moral energy.
A troop of Echoes whose sweet duty
was but to sing,
in voices of surpassing beauty,
the wit and wisdom of their king.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before…
edgar allan poe bot retweeted
And you wish to be a poet; and you wish to be a lover. But the splendid clarity of your intelligence, and the remorseless honesty of your intellect bring you to a halt. You indulge in no mystifications.
The world, and all it did contain
In the earth—the air—the sea—
Its joy—its little lot of pain
That was new pleasure—the ideal,


