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its really telling where you learned about lapis lazuli. put yours in the tags
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Took a pic of the sunrise out my office window and the interior lights made some cool reflections
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worst part about getting angry is how much it makes you want to be mean
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enough about taylor swift already. reblog and tag the smallest, least known artist you listen to
#hyacinth girl by winter hours#a new jersey alt-rock band from the mid-80s#that happened to get some college radio play in atlanta
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♡♡ you can still reblog and claim your wish even if the poll has expired by the time it reaches your dashboard — there’s no expiration date for the magic ♡♡
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The base of a table with lion paws and heads. The top was probably made of wood and decayed over time. The inscription bears the name of the original owner whom archaeologists identify as Publius Servilius Casca Longus, the first of Caesar's assassins to strike him. Casca died in the Battle of Phillipi and his property was auctioned off by Octavian which is how the table ended up in a luxurious villa in Pompeii. It might also have been considered a historical curiosity at that time, just as it is now.
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Goth equivalent to live laugh love
#this is funny but#the folks in the tags saying this should be “bauheim” in front of a much more modern building are correct
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if something doesn't go the way you wanted it to it's because you didn't do enough obsessive mind rituals about it
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I don't care how funny you are about it, "I don't like any of these things personally so it's okay that they are going away" is an asshole thing to say
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what he means: my first girlfriend sacrificed herself for the good of her people, and she didn't think twice about it. i saw firsthand what it meant to truly protect those you love, and in that moment i also experienced what it meant to be loved enough to be protected. but i wasn't ready. i didn't have enough time to say goodbye. she was gone before she fell back to me, and i knew it even before i looked for a pulse that wasn't there. she was heavy, until she wasn't, because i saw death happen in a way i never thought it could when her body vanished from my arms. i now know what it feels like to kiss a spirit, and it's the last touch i have of her. she sacrificed herself because she believed it was her duty, an expectation she felt she needed to face, and it should never have happened. but she got dragged into a war that we brought to her home. there was nothing i could do to protect her from its devastation, and i blame myself for her death.
what he says: my first girlfriend turned into the moon
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Someone living in Sweden during the Iron Age wore this cloak. Unfortunately, they wore it while they were murdered: forensic analysis found the holes in the cloak match how stabs would have penetrated the folds of the cloak when it was being worn.
Dating to 360 to 100 BCE, is also the oldest known example of a houndstooth pattern!
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watched the stalks of a lavender bush by the bus stop dip and sway from the sheer amount of fat little bumblebees on it and you know what. some things in this world are good
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