come to think of it,
i'm waning by the hour
It is too much—I am but flesh and blood,
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Collected Poems (via desertofsnow)
And I must sleep.
»censored« by anatol knotek
I feel like I’m disappearing,
getting smaller everyday
but I look in your eyes
and I am bigger in every way.
Иван Грозный и сын его Иван 16 ноября 1581 (Ivan the Terrible and His Son on November 16th, 1581) by Ilya Repin, 1885. Featured in Rino Stefano Tagliafierro’s Beauty. |x|
i made this myself, it made me feel better