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jk i have lived too many lives to die now. a sojourn to the seaside will fix EVERYTHING

died (coughed so hard my lung fell into my cereal bowl) and went to heaven (france, debatably hellish)

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"I listened to the music of her voice, which warmed me from head to foot, and made me desire to be young"

Gustave Doré (1832-1883) - The Succubus, 1855

Illustration from Honoré de Balzac's "Les Cent Contes drolatiques/Droll Stories"

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died (coughed so hard my lung fell into my cereal bowl) and went to heaven (france, debatably hellish)

#p

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Mr. Bean's Holiday [Dance Scene]

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Mr. Bean’s Holiday (2007)

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mr bean's holiday is genuine cinema. one of the best films of all time idc its amazing

#yes bc i am crying wtf #no chill today istg

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NOT DER KOMMISSAR IN ENGLISH

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… some cheek including pure ska in new wave essentials? dónde estás new wave?

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#lmao can’t sleep even when feverish

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Charity shop - 2021

#the only thing i remember from that job is defacing a copy of the winter’s tale #queen elizabeth ii #oliver hardy

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floating duck 🍑⁣

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propensity towards songs with falsetto not currently jamming with the state of throat

#p

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A group of people lying in a drunken heap in a living room, 1954. Photographed by Kurt Hutton.

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And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

~Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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Ophelia, 1872 - oil on canvas

— Jean-Baptiste Bertrand (France, 1823–1887)

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What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.

— J.D. Salinger.