Reaching for the stars, we blind the sky

Nina, 29

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'The Origin of the Harp of Elfin' (c. 1890), Henry Jones Thaddeus (Irish, 1859-1929)

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i lowkey carry within me an ancient sadness

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In Talbot, Wales

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On the calm black water where the stars are sleeping

Arthur Rimbaud, Ophelia

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instagram | photos are my own, reblogs fine, do not repost/reuse

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Memento Mori

[marography]

“The afternoon flew by — quiet, unnoticed. The book slipped out of my hands, and I looked around the room — how many hours had passed? two, or three? — the room basked in the warmth of the summer sun. It, most certainly, was past four...”

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Feel the mountain moisture on your skin

By Alena Razor ph

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© Nona Limmen

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[desolate-nature]

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Over hill, over dale,

Thorough bush, thorough brier,

Over park, over pale,

Thorough flood, thorough fire,

I do wander every where,

Swifter than the moon's sphere;

And I serve the fairy queen,

— William Shakespeare

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The Soul selects her own Society —

Then — shuts the Door —

To her divine Majority —

Present no more —

by Emily Dickinson

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Via

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From Just Buried Co

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now 2 beanie baby dragons are crossing your dash together :3

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Adorned with wild untamed hair

Cracked nails picked raw