Cerebrum Morten

vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas - Nym - XXII. - Scorpio - graphic arts major - Slytherin - dead poet

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Welcome to Laura-core!

old books and sketchbooks, autumn, the smell of coffee and rain, a little melancoly and chaos

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Venus and Anchises (Venus och Ankises), by Johan Tobias Sergel.

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i love you, secondhand sections in bookstores. i love you, library book sales. i love you, free little libraries. i love you, shelves of books at coffee shops. i love you, town wide book sales. i love you, school book fairs. i love you, stacks of free books in offices.

[dame-de-pique]

Dr Hans Bohm - By Streetlight, 1920s

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“𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵, 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴?”

-𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘰𝘸𝘴𝘬𝘪

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we were like gods at the dawning of the world, & our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.

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[tizian-a]

rainy days in rome are somehow making me so nostalgic

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"Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not."

-Donna Tartt; The Secret History

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[enamouredpoet-deactivated202205]

1924, feather river bulletin, quincy, california

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It always rains in my soul.

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Details: Die Römische Ruine in Schönbrunn, Carl Moll - 1892

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Ónen i-estel edain.

Ú-chebin estel anim.

I give hope to men.

I keep none for myself.

[whoooooisthis]

the feminine urge to mourn lost cultures and empires. for your heart to ache every time you remember how many languages no longer have speakers, how many ruins are abandoned, how many people lived happy lives before you. to feel melancholy and longing every time you study history - of this world or another, even fictional. to want to play a role in history, but in the same time fear dying, passing, being forgotten like those thousands before you.

[dionysian-mystery]

Let Me Pass This Earth from My Dawn is Only Five Hours Away by Dion Anja (@dionyrtal)