❝His wedding gift, clasped round my throat. A choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat.❞

Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber (via letteratura-litterature)

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lost-in-centuries-long-gone:

St Francis receives the Stigmata by Lawrence OP on Flickr.

❝that corpse you planted last year in your garden,
has it begun to sprout? will it bloom this year?
or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?❞

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land  (via mirroir)

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Bather by Pierre Auguste Renoir, 1891 (detail)

fuck-yeah-bears:

Go Up by Sagittor

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