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Marchesa Spring 2017.

New York Fashion Week.

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bad habits - aecinthos;

tagged by @raenyste!

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

i tag @the-starglazer for @delicate-hymn! because who are we kidding, I know he’s not going to do it, but being tagged kills him a little anyway.

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                                                 all i want is a life                                              where i have something                                                    to call my own

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mythology meme | Slavic gods & goddesses - Evening Star

In Slavic mythology, the Zorya are the two guardian goddesses, known as the Auroras or as the Morning Star and the Evening Star. Both sisters serve the sun god Dažbog, who is in some myths described as their father. The Morning Star opens the gates to his palace each morning for the sun-chariot’s departure. At dusk, the Evening Star closes the gates once more after his return.They guard and watch over the doomsday hound, Simargl, who is chained to the star Polaris in the constellation Ursa Minor, the “little bear”. If the chain ever breaks, the hound will devour the constellation and the universe will end. 

The Evening Star is Zorya Vechernyaya (from Russian vecher, meaning “evening”), a goddess of dusk who is depicted as a fully armed and courageous warrior. She was associated with the planet Mercury. Some myths cast both Zorya as virgin goddesses who had the specific job of grooming their father’s white horses, but other accounts say they married the moon god Myesyats and gave birth to the stars. Ancient Slavs would pray to Zorya Vechernyaya each evening as the sun set.

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 its stamp time

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The stars will lead you to where you need to be

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just found this

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Tears stream down your face I promise you I will learn from my mistakes

Fix You // Coldplay

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famous first lines of poetry: aecinthos

tagged by @lightspinners!

BOLD the ones that apply to your muse.  

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked //  tyger tyger, burning bright  // i have done it again. //   do not go gentle into that good night. //  the sea is calm to-night. //  let us go then, you and i,  //  april is the cruelest month, // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. //  there is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)

two roads diverged in a yellow wood,  //  whose woods these are i think i know //  let us twain walk aside from the rest;  // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, //   i taught myself to live simply and wisely  // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud  // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ?  // o my love is like a red, red rose  //  o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done;  // out of the night that covers me // it was many and many a year ago,  // you may write me down in history //  do not stand at my grave and weep  // some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.  //  hope is the thing with feathers  // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island

remember me when i am gone away,  // i met a traveller from an antique land //  ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves  // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, //  death be not proud,  // and death shall have no dominion.  // laugh, and the world laughs with you; // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand //  is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man, //  that crazed girl improving her music.  //  come to me in the silence of the night; //  where the mind is without fear and the head is held high //  when you are old and grey and full of sleep,  //  in flanders’ fields the poppies blow  //   i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream //  it may be misery not to sing at all, // if starry space no limit knows

come live with me and be my love,  // had we but world enough and time, //  my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense //  bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art– //  thou still unravish’d bride of quietness  //  how do i love thee? let me count the ways.  // heaven is what i cannot reach !  //  my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night //  shall i compare thee to a summers day? //  break, break, break //  she walks in beauty,  // i had a dream, which was not all a dream. // he clasps the crag with crooked hands.

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            I ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ your decision                    To fight in this horrible 𝕨𝕒𝕣…

                                                  That doesn’t mean I’ll rest 𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓎,                                                           Knowing the position you’ve ᴘᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ɪɴ.

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                                                 Phantoms of the ᴘᴀsᴛ,                                        Like 𝑔𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓉𝓈 from my 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪…                 Sometimes they’re so haunting that it all seems ʀᴇᴀʟ again.

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Theme Aesthetic: Library

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I can barely breathe, my life is full of everybody wanting everything from me, and I can barely speak up for me.

Meiko, “Lose It”

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I keep touching the flame, thinking I’d never get burnt

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