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Stowe, Buckinghamshire by Jerry Harpur
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Italian winter | ksenia_ridolfi_weddings
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Maybe I’m getting tired – I can’t think of anything but nights with you. I want them warm and silvery.
Zelda Fitzgerald (via quotemadness)
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Olesky castle, Olesko, Lviv region, Ukraine
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Well, the rain had stopped but the pain was still there.
Charles Bukowski // Pulp (via qvotable)
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Things end. People leave. And you know what? Life goes on. Besides, if bad things didn’t happen, how would you be able to feel the good ones?
Elizabeth Scott, Perfect You (via books-n-quotes)
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The rich and powerful always have ways of looking after themselves, and if left to their own devices will always get their way over nonelites.
Political Order and Political Decay from the Industrial Revolution to the Globalization of Democracy, Francis Fukuyama, P. 56.
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If I can stop us from having sex, I can stop anything.
Fallon Carrington, Dynasty Season 2, Episode 19
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'It may night be right,' Aalea said. 'It may not be just. But this is a world of senators and consuls and Luminatii - of republics and cults and institutions built and maintained almost entirely by men. And in it, love is a weapon. Sex is a weapon. Your eyes? Your body? Your smile?' She shrugged. 'Weapons. And they give you more power than a thousand swords. Open more gates than a thousand War Walkers. Love has toppled kings, Mia. Ended empires. Even broken our poor, sunburned sky.'
Nevernight, Jay Kristoff. P. 159
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