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weary-moon:

"At the First Touch of Winter, Summer Fades Away" (1897) by Valentine Cameron Prinsep (1838-1904).

weary-moon:

"At the First Touch of Winter, Summer Fades Away" (1897) by Valentine Cameron Prinsep (1838-1904).

chubbyouterspacebae sent: are you a boy or a girl?

theproserpina:

I’m whatever the fuck I wanna be

Nature shows that with the growth of intelligence comes increased capacity for pain, and it is only with the highest degree of intelligence that suffering reaches its supreme point.
—Arthur Schopenhauer (via panatmansam)

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You are terrifying and strange and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.
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But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it the most?
—Mark Twain (via wordsthat-speak)

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damsellover:

Bela

damsellover:

Bela

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