#oliver mellors
…and you’re gone, just g o n e…like water through my fingers…like smoke in the deepest night…
…i am but an empty vessel, a bottomless well; just waiting for your love to pour into the lonely chasm of this broken heart…
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“Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.”
Lady Chatterley’s Lover — D.H. Lawrence
