JUSTINE, XVII

we are not here for long, but we are here together, and that is all that matters.

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“Your dark eyes with the hoarse lust of honey,”

— Hannu Mäkelä, tr. by Herbert Lomas, from Contemporary Finnish Poetry: “Gloom Infinite and my Joy, my Happiness,”

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Extraído do livro Woman-Hating de Andrea Dworkin

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[fernandabarrera]

“Life does not belong to you. It is the apartment you rent. Love without fear, for love is an airplane that carries you to new lands. There is a universe in silence. A tunnel to peace in a scream. Get a good night’s sleep. Laugh when you can. You are more magical than you know. Take your advice from the elderly and children. None of it is as crucial as you think, but that makes it no less vital. Our lives go on. And on. Look for the breadcrumbs.”

— “Neverworld Wake”, Marisha Pessl.

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Books read in 2018 -  Neverworld Wake by @marishapessl

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Upper part of a limestone statuette of a female aulos player, Metropolitan Museum of Art: Greek and Roman Art

The Cesnola Collection, Purchased by subscription, 1874–76 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Limestone

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Adut Akech for Valentino Fragrance

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“She makes you believe that magic exists on planet Earth because she is magical, from her voice to her presence to the way she moves,” says actress Blake Lively, Welch’s close friend. “The way she tells a story with every part of herself – really, she is unlike anyone I have ever seen. Onstage, there is such a ferocity that comes out in the way she communicates, and in person, there is such delicacy. It’s amazing how she can be both these things simultaneously.” - Florence Welch photographed by Nicole Nodland for Billboard (October 2018) [ x ]

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Ziad Nakad f/w 2017-2018 couture

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Deux nymphes. Louis-Jean-François Lagrenée. 

Potok. Maxmilián Pirner. 

Une servante peignant les cheveux d'une femme. Pierre Puvis de Chavannes.

Víly u pramene. Maxmilián Pirner.

[chuckakot]

“How it would simply be, the sea full of salt, citadel of blue, crystalline, mild avatar of waves plow the waters, its wild trembling mood, the smell of citrus and capers in the air, how your heart throbs, the liquor in your lips, your wild youth, its memories, pulsing hereafter, adding footprints in the sand.”

— Chuck Akot, from Vague Owls, citadel of blue

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hey can someone please send me a pdf/epub link of Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo please thank you

ITS URGENT I NEED TO CATCH UP I NEED TO CATCH UP

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[aredhels]

Children ceased to be children when you put a sword in their hands. When you taught them to fight a war, then you armed them and put them on the front lines, they were not children anymore. They were soldiers.