La Liberté ou la Mort 1795 (detail) Jean-Baptiste Regnault
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La Liberté ou la Mort 1795 (detail) Jean-Baptiste Regnault
@the-final-peace
have a little of that extravagance of feeling which misleads the judgement, and conducts into romance
Kuroshitsuji Ch. 44, “That Butler, Wailing”
i aintent dead
Are you okay? It's been three months
(Oh yeah, I’m fine. That absence was a natural by-product of the series having no relevant plot development for at least half a year. But y’know, BoA did us all a lot of good.)
~ Kuroshitsuji Book of the Atlantic~ Unlisted PV Part 2. Undertaker ver.
I saw a man so beautiful I started crying?
*local bastard rouses at the influx of muse material*
whatup buttercups
Illythia packed up the few possessions she cherished: some books, her knitting needles, two recipe boxes, and her blue and grey darned stockings. She then proceeded to a small cabin knocking thrice upon the door. She would wait for the subsequent two knocks, before issuing the final knock in return to be let in. "Toby...I've made the decision to desert," came the timid and choked words. (askillythiaatkins)
Knocking twice, he opened the door immediately at her final knock, swiftly ushering Illythia in from the elements and shutting the door behind her, bolting it once more.
“My dear~” he crooned, scooping her into his arms to take her bags. “Please, come in, have the good chair. Is everything all right~?”
Crépuscule - vers (1900) - Gustave Marissiaux
saying my name is so intimate why would you do that to me
Try to break my muse in five words or less.
Greyfriars Kirkyard was impressive, as far cemeteries go. No ghosts were seen, unfortunately. #400yearsofdeath #Edinburgh #Greyfriarskirk #cemetery #graveyard #mementomori #skullseverywhere