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sala ayutthaya hotel - onion
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May the next few months be a period of magnificent transformation.
It is time. (via knitting-books)
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Sergei Polunin, “Take Me to Church” by Hozier, Directed by David LaChapelle
Amazing what the human body can do
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Bibi, shot by Jens Ingvarsson.
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Why? Why does what was beautiful suddenly shatter in hindsight because it concealed dark truths? Why does the memory of years of happy marriage turn to gall when our partner is revealed to have had a lover all those years? Because such a situation makes it impossible to be happy? But we were happy! Sometimes the memory of happiness cannot stay true because it ended unhappily. Because happiness is only real if it lasts forever? Because things always end painfully if they contained pain, conscious or unconscious, all along? But what is unconscious, unrecognized pain?
Bernhard Schlink, The Reader 
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You think women are weak? Women are forged of iron. My body, it has bled and blazed and broken, and yet it beats on. I am iron. A little rusted, perhaps, but still I endure.
my 77 year old grandma, straight up reciting poetry at us to get out of going to the doctor’s office - ravenreyse (via thatkindofwoman)
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