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On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, we remember.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

- John McCrae, In Flanders Fields and Other Poems

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On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, we remember.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

- John McCrae, In Flanders Fields and Other Poems

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Yeah... doing pretty well in this department now. 😊

Come here. Bring all of you. Your doubts, your worries, your insecurities, your highest goals, your brightest dreams, your darkest fears. Come lay your body on mine. Put your face in my neck and wrap your legs around mine. Entangle me in your love and affection. Sleep on me. Let me familiarize myself with the sound of your heart beating. Let my breaths match up with the beats of your heart. Hold me all night long. Wake up me in the middle of the night with kisses because you couldn’t sleep. Let me fall asleep to the sounds of you sleeping. Jump on me in the morning to wake up me laughing because you couldn’t wait to talk to me any longer. Lay in my arms and talk to me until all hours of the night about the universe, everything and nothing. Just come here.

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How to love a broken girl

How to love a broken girl. How many would benefit from an instruction book for that? Its easy to love the carefree girls, the “normal” girls, the confident girls next door, but what about the broken girls? The girls with fortresses around their heart and shields in their eyes? The girls whose souls have aged beyond their earthly years? The girls with bodies and minds that have survived wars which would break the strongest of men? Sometimes these girls should come with a warning label. The warning pendulum swings both ways. This warning is not only for how you must treat her but for all the ways she will ruin you.

1. You cannot love her gently. She does not realize she deserves to be loved. You must love her with a force that can crush mountains. You must burn her soul so hot with your love that doubt melts away. Your love must be unconditional and you must show her on her very worst days.

2. She doesnt know shes beautiful. She can get compliments all day and she wont believe it. There is a demon on her shoulder whispering that its not true. It takes a dozen compliments to erase one hurtful torment from her past. Shower her with compliments, be her cheerleader, until your words are her heartbeat instead of her doubts.

3. Chase her. I know we often have the attitude of not chasing anyone. I know it is said to be weak if we chase someone who walks away, but we need to see you are weak for us. Sometimes a broken girl needs to see how much you need her. She needs to.see that vulnerability in your eyes to feel ok. We need you to need us.

4. She needs routine. Broken girls over analyze everything. They notice everything, too. Did you stop asking her for pictures after some time passes? Did you stop using a pet name? Every broken pattern to us means the end of the only thing we have ever wanted and it terrifies us.

5. Smother us with affection. Touch us. Kiss us. Touch us some more. Broken girls have not experienced enough positive affection in their life. We will absorb every ounce as a person dying of thirst demands water. You cannot shower us with enough of a good touch.

6. Be honest and keep promises. Broken girls have not dared to dream much. Every vow made to us has been broken. Every promise has been a lie. We would rather you never let a promise escape your lips than have you utter false ones.

7. Prepare to drown. If we let you inside our chaotic soul, you will be immersed in a madness you will not understand. We sometimes walk the balance beam of insanity and sometimes we fall. The biggest warning we should have is this.. if we love you, it is forever. We will love you with a loyalty that will amaze you. We will be committed and our heart will beat your name. While we are still broken we will try to devour all of your pain. We will be perceptive to your wounds and eager to heal your soul. If we love you, please be prepared that we will forever stay.

***This was not written by me, but by Lady-Savant on fet, she gave me permission to post, and asked no links be added.

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This is pretty cool.

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Torino, Italy

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some of sarah bernhardt’s titular roles in posters by alphonse mucha

la dame aux camélias (1880), la tosca (1887), gismonda (1894), lorenzaccio (1896), medée (1898), hamlet (1899) 

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Alphonse Mucha - The Arts Series - 1899

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Incantation (Salammbo), 1897 Alphonse Mucha

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Ana de Armas

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A strong competitor for most beautiful woman in the world.

Ana de Armas

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Eva Green

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Super cute actress.

Jewel Staite

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On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, we remember.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

- John McCrae, In Flanders Fields and Other Poems

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Blow job and breakfast tacos. Damn fine way to start the day.

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Among the MILFiest of all MILFs. Total goddess.

Tiffany T