wonderland has gone to hell.

Kiki. 24. Germany.

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?

—Emily Dickinson, Selected Letters (via observando)

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