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Valentino Fall 2016

#yes yes YES #wardrobe: ia // I can hear you speak without gasping #queue: // red went to bed 💤

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“The Queen of Swords” by Judy Grahn 

[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 bed 💤

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BLACK SAILS (2014-2017) ↳S2E01 ‣ 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 bed 💤

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The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do.

— Tahereh Mafi

#musings: ia // I craft my words to fit your head 'cause no one listens to the dead #queue: // red went to bed 💤

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“Picking Wild Flowers” (also known as “Picking Daisies”) (1905) (detail) by Hermann Seeger (1857-1945).

#aesthetic: siva // if the summer change to winter. yours is no disgrace #queue: // red went to bed 💤

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The Progress of Love: Hollyhocks (detail), ca. 1790–91. Jean-Honoré Fragonard (French, 1732–1806), Oil on canvas

#aesthetic: siva // if the summer change to winter. yours is no disgrace #queue: // red went to bed 💤

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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 bed 💤

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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 bed 💤

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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 bed 💤

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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 “Dance of Death.” 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 there’s nothing dirty going on! #queue: // red went to bed 💤

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“I am sick of myself trying to give shape to all this sorrow, all this rage, all this loss—and failing.”

— 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 bed 💤

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Vicente Lopez y Portaña (1722 -1850)

#wardrobe: ia // I can hear you speak without gasping #queue: // red went to bed 💤

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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 bed 💤

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““I observe myself, am my own audience. My sentiments pass - I don’t 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.””

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

#musings: reaver // hers is among them ; but he can do nothing to stop it #queue: // red went to bed 💤

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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 bed 💤

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Detail Anton Giulio Brignole-Sale on Horseback, 1627 Anthony van Dyck

#aesthetic: ia // must be the season of the witch #queue: // red went to bed 💤