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Every window in our house seemed to have been assigned a specific role, each one had numerous tales to tell.

- Farah Bashir, Rumours of Spring

What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

John Keats in Rome

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have to thank tumblr for romanticizing absolutely everything. i'll be washing dishes and peeling oranges thinking of love languages its insane

Books printed and bound between 1547-1687 from my personal collection  

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~ Flowercows ♡ 🌷🐄 🍃 ♡

“a girl loves pearls before she loves herself”

" I suppose I love my scars because they have stayed with me longer than most people have. "

- Nikita Gill, Scars