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come to think of it,
i'm waning by the hour

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James Prebble

James Prebble

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It is too much—I am but flesh and blood,
And I must sleep.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Collected Poems (via desertofsnow)

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I feel like I’m disappearing, 
getting smaller everyday
but I look in your eyes
and I am bigger in every way.

I feel like I’m disappearing,
getting smaller everyday

but I look in your eyes
and I am bigger in every way.

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noiseman:

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|

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gushhhh:

i made this myself, it made me feel better

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masterofthemountain:


Auguste Rodin, Icarus

masterofthemountain:

Auguste Rodin, Icarus

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seraphmachine:

 

seraphmachine:

 

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