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A woman who hates you is playing the pianoforte.

You have five hundred a year. From who? Five hundred what? No one knows. No one cares. You have it. It’s yours. Every year. All five hundred of it.

A charming man attempts to flirt with you. This is terrible.

You are in a garden, and you are astonished.

Kaleidoscope Eyes
Artist: Panic! at the Disco
Album: Vices and Virtues (Shockhound bonus track)
Playcount: 50,327 plays

I’m a disappearing act done poorly.
But if I ever get it right, you’ll miss me sorely.”

sophieeugenie:

New Year’s Eve 1969 in Grand Central Station

John William Waterhouse - The Soul of the Rose

Your ‘nonsense’ about Voltaire contains more good sense than all the strictures I have seen upon his works put together. Next to your own ideas, those you gave me from Mr. J. were most acceptable. I wish you would continue to give me any fugitive ideas or remarks which may occur to you in the course of your reading; and what you call your rattling way, is that of all things which pleases me the most. In short, let the way be your own, and it cannot fail to be acceptable, to please, and to amuse.

Aaron Burr to his wife Theodosia, December, 1791.

I just

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poeticlines:

William-Adolphe Bouguereau

L’été

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