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When a daffodil I see, Hanging down his head towards me, Guess I may what I must be: First, I shall decline my head; Secondly, I shall be dead; Lastly, safely buried.- Robert Herrick, Divination by a Daffodil

7 am, it’s getting late but I don’t sleep, I only wait.

January. 17. Sober

‘Lies will flow from my lips, but there may perhaps be some truth mixed up with them; it is for you to seek out this truth and to decide whether any part of it is worth keeping. If not, you will of course throw the whole of it into the waste-paper basket and forget all about it.’ - Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

‘You tried to play nice, everyone just took advantage.

You left the fridge open, somebody just took a sandwich.’- Kanye West, Wolves

Watching Now You See Me whilst tripping on DMT

‘First rule of magic- always be the smartest guy in the room’ - Atlas, Now You See Me