Everything Burns

From too much love of Living; From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever ; That dead men rise up never ; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.

[trial-of-the-grasses]

[courtneywirthit]

[dappermouth]

[hellishb]

[r2--d2]

[factly]

[modernpursuit]

[love-personal]

[stability]

[lasylphidedubolchoi]

[sacellumofsolve-blog]

[hispaynesgrey]

Nicola Samori, L'Occhio Occidentale (The Occidental Eye), 2013, Oil on copper.

[beejayway]

[xeptum]

[love-personal]

[sitoutside]

[smatter-deactivated20220909]

Shoutout to $3.12 bottles of Pinecroft Pinot Grigio for getting me through my last semester of college

[smatter-deactivated20220909]

Reblogging again cuz you don’t know that I’ve been more drunk than sober this semester

[i-wildest-dreams]