andes & sea.

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La Vérité (1870, detail) Jules Joseph Lefebvre

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Detail: Herodias, 1843, by Paul Delaroche.

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~POWERPUFFGIRLS~

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Throwing “my” in front of any petname makes me go: 💓💕💗💕💗💘💞💗

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I will forever love simple, domestic things let’s bake together, go grocery shopping, drive around, just spend time together

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[damostnotdalessa]

passionately kissing in the dark in total silence is a fucking mood

[sa2ha]

me, applying a hydrating serum to my skin: have a fucking sip babe

[fohk]

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Alexander Pushkin, from The Bronze Horseman; Selected Poems; “A Fragment of Autumn,”

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‪Tomorrow is the equinox, the astrological new year and the last full moon at zero degrees. We are in a period of regeneration, renewal and release. Little seeds are starting to push through the soil. Manifestations are coming into view again.‬

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Johans Valters (1869-1932)

Kazdanga (1904)

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[understands]

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“Perhaps some languid summer day, When drowsy birds sing less and less, And golden fruit is ripening to excess, If there’s not too much sun nor too much cloud, And the warm wind is neither still nor loud, Perhaps my secret I may say, Or you may guess.”

— Christina Rossetti, excerpt of “Winter: My Secret”, in Complete Poems and Prose