by t*tomorrow
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“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”
— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
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Putrid Must Be the Hell by MortLeMalinconia
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Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings
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Head of Medusa, 1962, Salvador Dalí
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dir en grey - kaoru
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— Carol Rifka Brunt in Tell The Wolves I'm Home
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Uno Akira
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“Are you lost, child?” By Josh Harrison, via ArtStation.
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half of what i say is meaningless but i say it just to reach you
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