Feb 13 -
"I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me a sterile promotory; this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this mighty o'rehanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire; why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, how like an angel in aprehension, how like a God! The beauty of the world, paragon of animals; and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dusk. Man delights not me, no, nor women neither, nor women neither."
(via threeofclubs)
musings of madeleine, 21. born and educated in new york city. raised in hoboken, new jersey. honorary resident of westerly, rhode island. sarah lawrence college student. bookslut. new jersey devils fan. beer enthusiast. jellyfish. proudly walking the distance between somewhat eccentric and batshit insane.