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Valentino Fall 2016
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āThe Queen of Swordsā by Judy GrahnĀ
[ID: She is veiled. / You can only see part of her at a time - / a crescent, like the moon. Even so, / she is so luminous / she hurts the eyes.]
#OKAYYY#musings: ia // I craft my words to fit your head 'cause no one listens to the dead#queue: // red went to bedĀ š¤
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BLACK SAILS (2014-2017) ā³S2E01 ā£ IX
#PAKDNDJDND#cato's dynamic with witchers from other schools in a nutshell#he just :>> ???#I also HAVE to watch black sails it's been on my hulu list for too long#quotes: cato // tenderness in curious places#queue: // red went to bedĀ š¤
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The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. Itās always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do.
ā Tahereh Mafi
#musings: ia // I craft my words to fit your head 'cause no one listens to the dead#queue: // red went to bedĀ š¤
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āPicking Wild Flowersā (also known as āPicking Daisiesā) (1905) (detail) by Hermann Seeger (1857-1945).
#aesthetic: siva // if the summer change to winter. yours is no disgrace#queue: // red went to bedĀ š¤
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The Progress of Love: Hollyhocks (detail), ca. 1790ā91. Jean-HonoreĢ Fragonard (French, 1732ā1806), Oil on canvas
#aesthetic: siva // if the summer change to winter. yours is no disgrace#queue: // red went to bedĀ š¤
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Keira Knightley in 'Colette'
#wardrobe: ia // I can hear you speak without gasping#western ia // ain't it a gentle sound ; the rollin' in the graves? ; ain't it like thunder under earth ; the sound it makes?#queue: // red went to bedĀ š¤
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The Borgias 2.07 The Siege at Forli
#EYES EMOJI#wardrobe: ia // I can hear you speak without gasping#desires: ia // we'll wander down ; where the winds sigh#queue: // red went to bedĀ š¤
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#aesthetic: reaver // in my crown ; I am king#ah yes the portrait gallery nar burned down which housed Ia's nudes and 3 separate sculptures of himself#queue: // red went to bedĀ š¤
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Definatley my #coffee cups! These metal cups from the late 19th century are decorated with #skeletons, both adult and infant, representing the Danse Macabre, or the āDance of Death.ā As a memento mori, they remind drinkers of the shortness of life and the inevitability of death.
#the leech & lancet // just lots of good will ; and maybe one small thrill ; but thereās nothing dirty going on!#queue: // red went to bedĀ š¤
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āI am sick of myself trying to give shape to all this sorrow, all this rage, all this lossāand failing.ā
ā Carole Maso, The Art Lover
#musings: ia // I craft my words to fit your head 'cause no one listens to the dead#queue: // red went to bedĀ š¤
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Vicente Lopez y PortaƱa (1722 -1850)
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ok so I did decide to make a main. lmk if you want the url!
#it's very Me#but anyway I just kinda decided I wanted to be present here just. not in the fandom#I still want to share stuff and support the homies and such but I want nothing to do with the show people#AND I won't feel guilty for sharing my other non-wit.cher interests!#for instance I'm in a fable mood lately#anyway that's all#ooc: red speaks#// important
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can't get over the oldest living olive tree being over 4000 years old. imagine someone in 200 bc being like look at this old tree. so many living breathing people existed before us and they had lives just like ours and they lived in the same world we live in, only younger. if you stop for a second and close your eyes and listen you can hear what they heard. someone looked at this tree when it was just a sprout. someone ate the first olive from it. and then 2000 years later someone else thinks the very same thing
#musings: cato // with fingers so blind. you remove every bit of the blue from your mind#sobbing omg#queue: // red went to bedĀ š¤
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āāI observe myself, am my own audience. My sentiments pass - I donāt know which of my perceptions - like exterior things. I am tired of myself in every way. All things, deep down to the secret of their roots, are stained by the color of my weariness.āā
ā Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
#musings: reaver // hers is among them ; but he can do nothing to stop it#queue: // red went to bedĀ š¤
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SARAH BOLGER as LADY MARY TUDOR THE TUDORS (2007-2010)
#cintran court!ia // and in her eyes you see nothing ; no sign of love behind the tears ; cried for no one#queue: // red went to bedĀ š¤
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Detail Anton Giulio Brignole-Sale on Horseback, 1627 Anthony van Dyck
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