I never got the chance to tell you and now I never will
Idle hands are the devil’s workshop
I do not feel good, I thought by now I would
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Oh to be sleepy and crawl into bed with someone who’s warm and safe and you know will take care of you in all the right ways
Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to his brother Theo (Isleworth, Friday 3 November 1876)
James Baldwin, from Jimmy’s Blues and Other Poems; “Conundrum (on my birthday) (for Rico)”
Susan Orlean, The orchid thief
