it was wonderful, the vast variety of forms into which she threw her intellect, with no continuity, indeed, but darting up and dancing, always in a state of preternatural activity--soon sinking down, as if exhausted by so rapid and feverish a tide of life--and succeeded by other shapes of a similar wild energy. it was like nothing so much as the phantasmagoric play of the northern lights.

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the mountain goats // “autoclave”

and i am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam
and no emotion that’s worth having could call my heart its home

(Source: heisenbergsays, via tea-and-misanthropy)

the mountain goats // “autoclave”

and i am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam
and no emotion that’s worth having could call my heart its home

(Source: heisenbergsays, via tea-and-misanthropy)

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