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I would kill a man to own any of these.
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OPHELIA (details)
But long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death.
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Buffy the Vampire Slayer | 1.08 “I, Robot... You, Jane”
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Things I love…
💕 artsy golden-hour photos of women admiring the beauty of their own body
💕 oil painting studies of details such as lips, eyes, profile or other body details
💕 handwritten letters in beautiful cursive
💕 the velvety, sweet fragrance of pink roses
💕 tables set with an abundance of food, fruits, veggies, tea & coffee overlooking beautiful landscapes
💕 cuddling with my cat after a long tiring day
💕 homemade food prepared with love by a loved one
💕 satin nightgowns, robes, sets
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stellaride + intertwined hands CHICAGO FIRE (2012—)
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I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.
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Valentine’s Day Love Letter (25 August 1918)
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rose thorn chokers @ dior ss17 coture
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A worker at the Roure perfume plant in Grasse, France, scoops up the morning’s rose harvest at the end of May. These rose petals will be processed immediately into an absolute, the aromatic liquid which is the basic component of perfume; photographed by Michael Freeman
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“To be touched - truly touched - that’s what I’m looking for. To unfold at a brush of skin like a rare flower blooming. To be surfaced at the curl of fingertips around my soul. I am so tired of shallow fun. I want my heart to shudder at a touch, to whisper, “here, here, it’s all yours.”
— Beau Taplin
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restoration, ilkka halso
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My Din & Grogu comics 💚
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Scala regia del Palazzo Farnese di Caprarola, Lazio, Italia.
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"You'll dress only in attire specially sanctioned by MiB special services. You'll conform to the identity we give you, eat where we tell you, live where we tell you. From now on you'll have no identifying marks of any kind. You'll not stand out in any way. Your entire image is crafted to leave no lasting memory with anyone you encounter. You're a rumor, recognizable only as deja vu and dismissed just as quickly. You don't exist; you were never even born. Anonymity is your name. Silence your native tongue. You're no longer part of the System. You're above the System. Over it. Beyond it. We're "them." We're "they." We are the Men in Black." Men in Black (1997) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld
Source: vampirecorleone
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janellemonae: F l o a t 🧚🏾♂️🪰🪐