Throughout the Dark Months of April and May

I want to live inside a Pre-Raphaelite painting or a Cocteau Twins' album and never let go of my flower wreaths and lacy veils.

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French postcard, 1902

for fuck’s sake, Lana Del Rey’s lips are disgusting.


Sailor Saturn is such a cutie  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

These thoughts that form a loop, a neverending loop, they are killing me. I should stop thinking about certain things, or else it’ll make me go insane. I also fear to merely think of certain aspects of my life. I’m afraid to reach conclusions I don’t want to know. Or at least I’m not prepared to know.

"Don’t waste your love on somebody who doesn’t value it."
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet (via loveage-moondream)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via loveage-moondream)

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1. a meditation upon death; view of or reflection upon death.
2. a meditation on death, as in a poem or essay.
3. the contemplation of death.
Etymology: from Latin thanatos (death) + Greek opsis (a view).
 [Philippe de Champaigne - Vanitas]