wearing old skirts as tube tops is ❤️
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wearing old skirts as tube tops is ❤️
the new view from my backyard 💙 finally living in the perfect spot
☼ available in more colours, necklines, and shirt styles if requested ☼
https://www.instagram.com/p/BPPYX40Fm5d/
This might come as a shock but I’m Not Feelin too good my dudes
my poor kitty is having issues with her liver. please put all the good juju out there for her. I don't know what I would do if I lost her 💔
Interior with potted Plant on Card Table // by Vilhelm Hammershøi by Miguel Catalan
Vilhelm Hammershøi often written in English Vilhelm Hammershoi (15 May 1864 – 13 February 1916), was a Danish painter.
you: dog walking
me, an intellectual: animal crossing
Alexandre Cabanel (1823 - 1889) Nymphe enlevee par un faune (1860). Lille , Museum of Fine Arts.
Александр Кабанель (1823 - 1889) Похищение нимфы фавном (1860). Лилль, Музей изобразительных искусств.
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this man has made me into who I was always meant to be. so grateful for the past four + years with you ❤️
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Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
A Midsummer's Night Dream