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Merry Christmas to all my followers and visitors!
My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.
Friedrich Nietzsche (via quotemadness)
Care Bears cute moment of the day: Bedtime Bear goes back to sleep…
PROFESSOR JIGGLY NO
Alfred Wierusz-Kowalski’s paintings of wolves
She took the bait.
No headline will ever bring me as much joy as this.
*WiFi goes out* Those fucking sharks again I swear
fuckin’ SJWs! (Sharks that Jam Wifi)
今日の柴犬の小麦さん #shiba #dog #komugi #柴犬 #shibainu #柴犬の小麦さん
The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.
Virginia Woolf, Diary entry dated 21 April 1918 (via landscape-photo-graphy)
A Poem for Friday, the Thirteenth
How oft in twilight, lingering lone, I’ve stood to watch that phantom rise, And seen in mist and moonlit stone Its gleaming hair and solemn eyes.
The ancient men, in secret, say ’Tis the first chief of Aspin gray That haunts his feudal home; But why, around that alien grave Three thousand miles beyond the wave, Where his exiled ashes lie Under the cope of England’s sky, Doth he not rather roam?
I’ve seen his picture in the hall; It hangs upon an eastern wall, And often when the sun declines That picture like an angel shines; And when the moonbeam, chill and blue, Streams the spectral windows through, That picture’s like a specter too.
Emily Brontë, from “Written in Aspin Castle.”
A wonderful portrait in the style of Barthel Bruyn the Elder [Barthel Bruyn; Bartholomäus Bruyn] (1493-1555), 16th century, (detail), oil on panel, 61 x 34 cm, private collection, source: antiquites-catalogue.com.