Untitled: Spring'99


O thou, whose face hath felt the winter’s wind,
Whose eyes has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist,
And the black elm tops ‘mong the freezing stars,
To thee the spring will be a harvest time.

O thou, whose only book has been the light
Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on

O thou, whose…

Source: burznazg

LeOnArD cOhEn

Dance Me To The End Of Love


DiCaprio : You know,
this place makes me wonder…
Ruffalo : Yeah, what’s that, boss?
DiCaprio : Which would be worse,
DiCaprio : to live as a monster
DiCaprio : or to die as a good man?
Ruffalo : Teddy?

Shutter Island