A scent of roses in her hair A silver laugh that plays the air A wave of heat and Marguerite is near you… interpreted by deanna book / film / musical influenced muse & mun 21+

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YOU ARE THE REASON
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@margueritestjust-a
A scent of roses in her hair A silver laugh that plays the air A wave of heat and Marguerite is near you… interpreted by deanna book / film / musical influenced muse & mun 21+
by John Singleton Copley (1738 - 1815)
Anyways I wanna be in love with someone who is equally as in love with me and I don’t want it to just be love I want us to be best friends and to adore and respect each other and to fit together like puzzle pieces and tbh I have faith I’ll find that
What do french people call a really bad thursday?
a trajeudi
update: if you tell this joke to someone living in france they will refuse to look at you
@claudiaindarkness
Oh God I was hoping so hard
Teach your daughters their battle cries are needed far more than their silence and hear them deafen the world with their fearlessness.
Nikita Gill (via marblecarved)
You don’t realize how lonely you are until it’s the end of the day and you have a bunch of things to talk about, but no one to tell them to.
Anonymous (via wnq-anonymous)
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I hate that I love late-18th century menswear so much. It’s such an extremely specific and ridiculous aesthetic preference. Please bring back cravats, waistcoats, and embroidered coats with ponytails
@sinkxme
A hidden-message ring, from the 1830s.
if i die, i die on my own terms
below are 100+ lyrics taken from Frank Wildhorn’s musical adaptation of THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO. feel free to change pronouns as necessary.
Do you see that star above the moon? It’s the one that leads me home to you.
I’m useless as a broken heart without you.
When love is true nothing stands in your way.
God in his Heaven smiles and then the where and when of stars and men suddenly fall in place.
Hold me. Let me memorise your face.
Let me be the one who shows you all love can do.
We are friends, are we not?
Our interests are the same.
There are ends we’ve all got that can justify the means.
History is a story told by the winners of the fight.
Who’s going to question what goes on in the middle of the night?
We must all pretend our naïve friend was caught in his own lies for our plan to succeed.
History’s a story told by the men who make the laws.
I’ll be a comfort in her time of grief and anguish.
Part of me wishes he didn’t have to languish, but I can see it’s him or me.
Let him rot!
History’s a story told by the people who survive.
It’s the truth if it’s officially the story.
What if it costs us one young man so three more men can survive?
He’s a price we have to pay.
Stick to the story!
I will be in the whispers of lovers everywhere.
You will find me there.
When you lift your gaze I will be like the shimmer of one small star.
I will be there beside you through the lonely nights that fall.
So close your eyes, remember my embrace.
I will be there like mercy.
I will find you through it all.
In a language never spoken live the promises we made.
This endless love owns me heart and soul.
I will always be true and as near as my next prayer.
In the sound of laughter, now and ever after, look for me. I will be there.
This do I swear: I will be there.
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