the perennial sadness of a girl who is both death and the maiden.
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had a nosebleed taking shower so now I know how my tits look splattered with blood (very good)
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you cannot listen to scientists when they say that being in the cold and rain will give you the flu. your body needs the fresh wet wind of november to live
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Lilla Weneda - Michał Elwiro Andriolli (1836-1893)
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Winter Queen’s Flowers. Vintage Polish postcard with artwork by Zofia Plewińska Smidowiczowa, 1934.
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once you start saying shit like "yayy" "yippee" and "hehe" theres no going back
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the author's barely disguised longing for a kinder world
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Item: in the 1950s research was starting to suggest smoking cigarettes might be bad for you, so one company beefed up their filter with asbestos
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god i love people
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watching later seasons of TWD like save me season 5 Rick, season 5 Rick save me, season 5 Rick, my love, my beautiful princess with a disorder, my sweet cheese, my goodtime boy, my silly rabbit-
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by Jan Stanisławski
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when I was a child, I wanted to be a vulture
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I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.
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Breast operation, ca. 1675
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Martin Gale (Irish, 1949), Bus Stop, 1981. Oil on canvas, 96 x 143 cm.
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