a lament for the living

clung to nothing, lov’d a nothing   mel | history phd

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Floral-painted buildings, Zalipie, Poland.

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Dolce & Gabbana Alta Sartoria 2025

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Joseph Dilnot (British, 1997) - Doorway (2025)

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The Fortune from the manuscript Chansonnier cordiforme de Montchenu, Recueil de chansons italiennes et françaises, c. 1470–1480

P.I. Telegram / P.I. Facebook

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by magdalena gerber

[feral-ballad]

Aria Aber, from Hard Damage; “I wake up curled up in a C.D Wright Poem”

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Dress

c. 1909

by Pickett, London

Victoria and Albert Museum

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A Pair of Shoes (1888) by Vincent van Gogh

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Joy Sullivan, “When My Friend Is Low, We Walk by the River”, Instructions for Traveling West

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Night and Her Daughter Sleep  Mary Lizzie Macomber

[themakeupbrush]

Dolce & Gabbana Alta Sartoria 2025

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A Lane near Arles (1888) by Vincent van Gogh

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Moschino Y2K "12. 31. 1999 Only Take a Second" Shirt

[crimsolyn]

I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.

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Carlo Dolci — Saint Catherine of Siena. detail. circa 1665

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green is the fresh emblem of well founded hope. in blue the spirit can wander, but in green it can rest