#nepenthe

For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men. This I have known ever since I stretched out my fingers to the abomination within that great gilded frame; stretched out my fingers and touched a cold and unyielding surface of polished glass. ↗

— H.P Lovecraft

#outsider #men

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore! ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#heartbreak #memory #nepenthe #death