Eternal Pain - The Severed Head of Medusa. 1913.
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Eternal Pain - The Severed Head of Medusa. 1913.
Paul Darde. 1888-1963. gypsum
POV keppy kills u
PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE:
Trust your gut, you ain’t feeling that way for no reason
cars r so dangerous we need like an anti-car ad campaign like they do for drugs n cigs. we need to get these cars off the street
Pretty girls love the moon.
Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary
I need her head on my heart, she needs to hear it beat for her.
I’m the type of lover who will give you love letters.
“Part of falling in love with someone is actually falling in love with yourself.”
— Leah Raeder
werewolves in love <3
I have never seen such an accurate depiction of what it looks like without glasses.
For writers with good eyesight, this is a good reference for what it’s like trying to see without our glasses
hey has anyone noticed that this is what it looks like without glasses
the way this is exactly what the world looks like to me when i’m without my blighted staff of twisted yew
Artwork by Agnes Pelton
Eclipse of the Sun in Venice in July 8, 1842 by Ippolito Caffi.
Clouds over sunset in Lazise on July 13, 2017 by me Only 175 years, 5 days and 124 km apart
Nobody deserves to fall asleep at night wondering why they weren't enough.
— May 22, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries
Can i love you without getting hurt?