Hanna Valo

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[managerofemosrus]

[besitoschris]

[trust-me-daddy-x]

I leave you hurting every night so I won’t be coming back

[looky--loo-blog]

Kukula

[humanoidhistory]

The Sun rises over Earth in a postcard illustrated by Soviet cosmonaut Alexei Leonov, recalling the 1965 mission when he became the first human to walk in space.

[bleedingspiral]

Source

[thedudeleftthebuilding-deactiva]

[aprillikesthings]

Something I keep yelling about re: Arcane is the art design bc how much money did Riot throw at this?! It’s just. So detailed and well done????

Zaun is all art nouveau, crumbling away

Piltover is all shiny Art Deco

Like, there are two shots where you see this:

(Yes that is Vi jumping across the top, and yes the only way I could screenshot Netflix was in my browser window, I edited out the borders but not the progress bar lol)

And y’all, that is a flipped copy of an ad for Job rolling papers that Alphonse Mucha did:

The LIGHTING. The BACKGROUNDS. Fuck. This show is so pretty. ;_;

[guillerminitah]

“Tenés la rara habilidad de no estar justo cuando te necesito”

— Nathy Peluso

[bonnytymepyrate]

27th April 2008: Munich

[clinging-ivy]

— [1, 3, 10] Stéphane Mallarmé, tr. by E. H. and A. M. Blackmore, from The Afternoon of a Faun; Collected Poems and Other Verse. — [2] Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Veronica Veronese.  — [4, 8] Gail Potocki, Botánica No. 23 & Eve. — [5, 6, 7, 9] Emilie Autumn, from I Want My Innocence Back; Opheliac. 

[shizukamariya]

すべてはやがて土の中 / Everything eventually goes into the ground.

[ina90sstateofmind-deactivated20]

[the-evil-clergyman]

Lenore, from Edgar Allan Poe’s The Bells and Other Poems by Edmund Dulac (1912)

[carga-de-agua]

And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees by Edmund Dulac (French, 1882-1953) from The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe, 1912.

[biblegrindr]

LEGALISE DRUGS & MURDER

[jacenyra]

But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror’s magic sights, For often thro’ the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights       And music, came from Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead Came two young lovers lately wed; ‘I am half sick of shadows,’ said       The Lady of Shalott. 

She left the web, she left the loom She made three paces thro’ the room She saw the water-flower bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume,       She look’d down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack’d from side to side; 'The curse is come upon me,’ cried       The Lady of Shalott. 

With a steady stony glance— Like some bold seer in a trance, Beholding all his own mischance, Mute, with a glassy countenance—       She look’d down to Camelot. It was the closing of the day: She loos’d the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away,       The Lady of Shalott.