i'm tired


i am the local slime mold.

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nevver:

She won’t set herself on fire for me, anymore.

nevver:

She won’t set herself on fire for me, anymore.

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oldbookillustrations:

Four puppies with our dog Ball.

From The Buckle my shoe picture book, written and illustrated by Walter Crane, London, 1910.

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oldbookillustrations:

Four puppies with our dog Ball.

From The Buckle my shoe picture book, written and illustrated by Walter Crane, London, 1910.

(Source: archive.org)

jensineeckwall:

The Masochist
"At times she felt as if her sorrows were burning like little flames in her, and something impelled her to go on kindling new ones."-from Robert Musil’s The Perfecting of a Love

jensineeckwall:

The Masochist

"At times she felt as if her sorrows were burning like little flames in her, and something impelled her to go on kindling new ones."
-from Robert Musil’s The Perfecting of a Love

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chimneyfish:


Battle of the Gods That Have Been Transformed, 1952
Ernst Fuchs

chimneyfish:

Battle of the Gods That Have Been Transformed, 1952

Ernst Fuchs

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oldbookillustrations:

A gaping-wide-mouth-waddling frog.

From The Buckle my shoe picture book, written and illustrated by Walter Crane, London, 1910.

(Source: archive.org)

oldbookillustrations:

A gaping-wide-mouth-waddling frog.

From The Buckle my shoe picture book, written and illustrated by Walter Crane, London, 1910.

(Source: archive.org)

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Pocket book, covered in embroidered satin, 19th century. France. Via Cooper Hewitt

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ci-catriz:

same

ci-catriz:

same

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hightidesss:

In this nightmare, black rain fell and clogged their first kiss. 

Now suffocating, she dies in his arms.

Now their love is a floating ghost as she turns into ashes and the wind sends her crumbling into the setting sun…

Her love was a vampire. 

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