Morte Aeterna

Empty my mind, that peaceful kiss, Away in the tide, i’ll be at bliss. One last breath, take me under. At last; death, I’ll no longer have to wonder.  -Me.

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Vanitas (n.d. / Watercolor) - Thibault Savary

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裏窓  (1963年12月)

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I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape—the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.

-  Andrew Wyeth

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Joseph-Désiré Court

Scene of Deluge 1827.

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by Anna-Marine

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