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Maverick | 29 | Psych Grad Student Nihilist, storyteller, lovelorn cunt
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Britain or a chorogeographical description of the most flourishing kingdomes, of England Scotland and Ireland &c &c William Camden London Georgii Bishop 1610
a handsome copy in a full contemporary calf leather gilt binding - this copy bound without the maps other than the frontis [shown]
scarce thus after 400+ years 
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Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, from The Complete Novels & Short Stories of Mary Shelly
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Sabrina the Teenage Witch – 2.19: When Teens Collide
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Hand Blown Iridescent Lustres Perfume Bottle ca. 1980s
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Wilderness from my new book Faraway Dreaming. 🌱🌲 Available on Kickstarter until 24 June, 2025!
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Mixed media sculptures by Emil Melmoth
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malfabulae · 9 hours ago
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If I were to be totally sincere, I would say that I do not know why I live and why I do not stop living. The answer probably lies in the irrational character of life which maintains itself without reason.
— E.M. Cioran, "On the Heights of Despair".
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malfabulae · 10 hours ago
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Tile fragments from a floor at Chertsey Abbey, Surrey, made circa 1260-90.
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malfabulae · 11 hours ago
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For one who has lost everything there is nothing left in life except the passion of the absurd. What else in life could still move such a person? What seductions? Some say: self-sacrifice for humanity, the public good, the cult of the beautiful and so forth. I like only those people who have done away with all that—even for a short time. Only they have lived in an absolute manner. Only they have the right to speak about life. You can recover love or serenity. But you recover it through heroism, not ignorance. An existence which does not hide a great madness has no value.
— E.M. Cioran, "On the Heights of Despair".
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malfabulae · 12 hours ago
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malfabulae · 14 hours ago
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Creativity is a temporary salvation from the claws of death.
— E.M. Cioran, "On the Heights of Despair".
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malfabulae · 14 hours ago
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need someone to match my freak and my unbearable romanticism
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malfabulae · 15 hours ago
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Seneca, Why I Am A Stoic tr. by Robin Alexander Campbell (1969)
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malfabulae · 19 hours ago
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by redbarn344
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