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hELP
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So glamorous.  So present.  The grandmother of pug performance art.
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Edward Hopper - Rooms by the Sea, 1951
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He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.
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last-baudelaire · 11 years
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England | Britannia en We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/89148485
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How on earth did it happen, I used to wonder that a whole city - arches, pillars, colonades, not to mention vehicles and animals - had all one fine day gone under? I mean, I said to myself, the world was small then. Surely a great city must have been missed? I miss our old city white pepper, white pudding, you and I meeting under fanlights and low skies to go home in it. Maybe what really happened is this: the old fable-makers searched hard for a word to convey that what is gone is gone forever and never found it. And so, in the best traditions of where we come from, they gave their sorrow a name and drowned it.
"Atlantis - A Lost Sonnet," Eavan Boland. (via the-library-and-step-on-it)
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did i just reblog a shirt
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“My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.”
 Neil Gaiman (via jaynestown)
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Wes Anderson inspired wallpapers 
Details: Vogue
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by Marc Hispard
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o hello clemence
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What do you look like?
a sexy but refined cheese platter
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untitled by Sebastian Reiser on Flickr.
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where can i get
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im wheezing
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