◈ my forever favorites: (18/50) male characters ◈ John Clare
The monster is not in my face, but in my soul. I once thought that, if I was like other men, I would be happy, and loved. The malignance has grown, you see… from the outside in. And this shattered visage merely reflects the abomination that is my heart.
“Guardian angels God will send thee,
All through the night,
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping,
I my loved one’s watch am keeping,
All through the night.”
“I Am” by John Clare
I am—yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;—
I am the self-consumer of my woes;—
They rise and vanish in oblivion’s host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes:—
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tostInto the nothingness of scorn and noise,—
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;
Even the dearest, that I love the best
Are strange—nay, rather stranger than the rest.I long for scenes, where man has never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God;
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling, and untroubled where I lie,
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.
me walking into the animal shelter: hi id like the stupidest cat you have
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