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this blog is a museum of my heart

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Carl Miranda's work from the epoch of girly photographs (mid-1950s to mid-1960s)

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Reuniting with your ex who is your wife’s neglected side piece while she chases after her actual girlfriend

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𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑊𝑦𝑟𝑚

   Although not the most traditional-looking dragon, Caraxes’ appearance aided him in all confrontations. His red colouring and serpentine build struck fear into the hearts of all men who encountered him. Roughly half the size of Vhagar, he mirrors a worm or even a snake. This disturbed his opponents. 

   Over the years Caraxes accumulated a lot of knowledge about war and was able to attack opponents while also defending his rider. Caraxes only had two riders, Aemon and Daemon Targaryen. The two men had more differences than similarities, but what they did have in common was the fact that they were outsiders. 

   Like all dragon-riders, their bonded dragons mirrored themselves in one way or another. And so like his riders, Caraxes too was an outcast. He wasn’t liked by many people and especially other dragons. It is said that the only dragon who was fond of Caraxes was Syrax. 

   In the clutch of eggs, the dragon-trainers dubbed Caraxes the fiercest out of the bunch. He had a hot temperament, even for a dragon, and didn’t warm to many people. 

𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 @daenerys-stormborn

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tumblr is really a museum of your soul & aura

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“My lover is a secret. He is my own personal confidant, as I am his. I hold his words deep in my throat, never to be repeated, and his touch soaks through my skin, settling in my veins, invisible, flowing down my body in a hushed whisper.”

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I want you to ache for me. To carry my absence like a wound that never quite closes. I want your hands to remember the shape of me before they ever truly hold me, your ears to hunger for my voice as though silence itself were unbearable. Let a single word from my lips, if meant for you, become something you treasure more dearly than a thousand spoken to anyone else.

I want you to yearn for me with the devotion of a man deprived of air, to crave my presence until the mere thought of me unravels you. Let my name haunt the quiet corners of your mind, following you like a prayer you cannot stop whispering.

Do not love me gently. Do not be casual with my heart, nor wear indifference like armor. Love me with the kind of madness that frightens even you. The kind that leaves you wondering how another soul could become so deeply woven into your own.

Make me yours in every way that love allows. Leave traces of yourself upon my heart that no passing stranger could ever erase. Let the world know, without a word, that I have become your greatest devotion.

And if I am to be yours, then you, too, belong only to me. Entirely. Unwaveringly. In this lifetime and every quiet dream that follows.

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Rosario Dawson on the cover of the April/May 2005 issue of Mean magazine

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by Martin Van Maële