A NIGHT BRIGHT AS DAY

Amare et sapere vix deo conceditur

[floralls]

by  boutierre_girls

[lsyorg]

Vogue Russia May 2016 by Mariano Vivanco

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[heaveninawildflower]

Fan (circa 1880–1900) with Belgian point lace appliquéd to white net leaf. Mother-of-pearl sticks. House of Duvelleroy (French).

Image and text courtesy MFA Boston.

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[clairedango]

Seals are such smol blobs 

[thunderstruck9]

Natalia Goncharova (Russian, 1881-1962), Magnolias. Pencil and oil on canvas, 32 x 55.8 cm.

[childoflamb]

[palebabyland]

[lehenbauer]

[photography-ga]

[travellersfarfromhome]

Kid, I’ve flown from one side of this galaxy to the other. I’ve seen a lot of strange stuff, but I’ve never seen anything to make me believe there’s one all-powerful Force controlling everything.

[pikachutwo]

[mochuu]

서울 pt. 2

[taitalagi]

Maybe the princess can save herself. That sounds like a pretty good story too.

[teeashirts]

shadows ft. baby’s breath 🕊

[tonight-thestreetsareours]

Damianos | Part 2 of 3

Then, as though one leg gave out, and then the other, he dropped slowly to his knees, an Akielon commander kneeling on the rough trampled stones of a Veretian fort. He said, ‘Damianos.’ Before Damen could tell him to rise, he heard it again, echoed in another voice, and then another. It was passing over the gathered men in the courtyard, his name in tones of shock and of awe. The steward beside Nikandros was kneeling. And then four of the men in the front ranks. And then more, dozens of men, rank after rank of soldiers. And as Damen looked out, the army was dropping to its knees, until the courtyard was a sea of bowed heads, and silence replaced the murmur of voices, the words spoken over and over again.

― C.S. Pacat, Prince’s Gambit