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booksandbeers:
When I die the only thing I want written on my gravestone is ‘wish you were here’.
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Yet no matter how deeply I go down into myself
my God is dark, and like a...
– Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book of Hours (via liquidnight)
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April 2013
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It's The Heart's Filthy Lesson: ladysaviours: how... →
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ladysaviours:
how the hell do you blood eagle yourself?
I don’t think he was literally blood-eagling them…I never saw lungs, myself, and the CSI team certainly didn’t mention them in the “she was still alive for fifteen minutes” speech. And as for himself, I think he basically carved the…
“Blood eagle” is my word for the day.
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‘Surveys (From the Cape of Good Hope)' →
A look at works in a show by the artist Jane Alexander at the Cathedral Church of St. John the Divine.
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It was tuberculosis but they called it love.
– Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh (via sketchofthepast)
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