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"His soul had arisen from the grave of boyhood, spurning her grave-clothes. Yes! Yes! Yes! He would create proudly out of the freedom and power of his soul, as the great artificer whose name he bore, a living thing, new and soaring and beautiful, impalpable, imperishable.."


                                                                                  "A portrait of the artist as a young man" by James Joyce 




i understand nothing and everything that comes from your lips. im not going to lie, theres alot about you that makes me feel almost...