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Valentino Spring 2015 Couture 

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El perfecto desayuno en cama | by diana_galle

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She was conscious of an inexpressible tenderness in her heart,

Anton Chekhov, from The Complete Works of Anton Chekhov; “The Two Volodyas,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Обичах ви и сам не зная - може да тлее в мен все още любовта; но нека вече тя не ви тревожи; да ви печаля с нищо аз не ща. Обичах ви безмълвно, безнадеждно, от ревност мъчен, мъчен от тъга; обичах ви тъй искрено, тъй нежно- дано да ви обича друг така.

А.С.ПУШКИН (via pleasesingmyspringreverb)

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Christian Dior // Fall 2017 

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From Emily Dickinson’s Herbarium, circa 1840.

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“Because sending a letter is the next best thing to showing up personally at someone’s door. Ink from your pen touches the stationary, your fingers touch the paper, your saliva seals the envelope, your scent graces the paper. Something tangible from your world travels through machines and hands, and deposits itself in another’s mailbox; their world. Your letter is then carried inside as an invited guest. The paper that was sitting on your desk, now sits on another’s. The recipient handles the paper that you handled. Letters create a connection that modern and impersonal forms of communication will never replace.”

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One cannot protect oneself from losses that momentarily destroy one.

Franz Kafka, from Diaries; 1910. (via xshayarsha)