My candle burns at both endsIt will not last the night;But ah,
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We were very tired, we were very merry—We had gone back and
mylife-inpalerainbows: “I just want to be quiet and remember
“The greatest feminists have also been the greatest lovers.
“I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch
“Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. ” ―
“My candle burns at both ends;It will not last the night;But
“My heart is warm with the friends I make,And better friends
“I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four
“The greatest feminists have also been the greatest lovers.
“I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a
sumisa-lily:“The greatest feminists have also been the greatest
sumisa-lily:“My candle burns at both ends;It will not last
sumisa-lily: “I will be the gladdest thing under the sun!
sumisa-lily: “My candle burns at both ends;It will not last
violentwavesofemotion: “I met the wolf alone and was devoured
kafk-a: kafk-a: Edna St. Vincent Millay Roland Barthes,
violentwavesofemotion: Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected
tonguesbattledfordominance:Edna St. Vincent Millay with Mary
smakkabagms: “(…) a little lonely child Lost in Hell, - Persephone,”
441px: i will be the gladdest thing under the sun! i will touch
fuckyeahhistorycrushes: Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 – 1950)
missedinhistory: stuffmomnevertoldyou: Happy National Poetry
espera1609:Night falls fast. Today is in the past. . Edna St.
bareblu: from a sonnet by Edna St. Vincent Millay
anael-barbiel: hellocoraco: “I know I am but summer to
mikaelsplayground: “Where you used to be, there is a hole
dearestvita: Violet Trefusis to Vita Sackville-West, c. 1910
linkinmoon:Edna St. Vincent Millay, in Letters (1952)
oldfilmsflicker:“Sonnet XLIII” by Edna St. Vincent Millay
whitneymuseum: A Valentines Day sentiment that transcends the
watchoutforintellect: “To what purpose, April, do you return
bleed-well-poison-girl: “Tomorrow, it may be, I might do things