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Evening tide, Iceland - by Tim Rudman (1942), English
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Pollancres en la tempesta, per Markus Matthias Krüger; 2011.
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little charcoal drawing i did for skinamarink (text added in photoshop)
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this is so persona
etchings by Chauncey Foster Ryder
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Biblioteca Nacional Mariano Moreno
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I'm tired of grieving. You've had me crying late at night for 10 months, now you're going to pay for it. The clock is ticking, steadily, not crazily. Cause I am. And I'll be waiting for your downfall on top of your grave with no flowers as I'm just going to spit on it. Or maybe not. You don't even deserve my saliva. I've had enough of being your white swan. My black swan misses herself. And if this means I won't write sad and beautiful poems anymore, then goodbye. You have lost. You have lost me. The white swan dies of a broken heart, but I'll rise with this broken heart of mine and I'll turn into your black swan if that's the only way I can save my heart again.
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what they don't tell you is that you don't just grieve the people you lost but also the life you could've had if they didn't go
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