“Qualis Artifex Pereo”
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last words of the Emperor Nero, roughly, “What an artist dies in me” (via historical-nonfiction)
hipsters roman style.
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last words of the Emperor Nero, roughly, “What an artist dies in me” (via historical-nonfiction)
hipsters roman style.
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Happy Birthday, Mr. Morrissey. I hope these are red wine flavored for both of our sakes.
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—Virginia Woolf, The Waves.
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—Virginia Woolf,The Waves. (via violentwavesofemotion)
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Because religious girls are available for people to degrade!
“I wonder if that/ cross around her neck/ meant more to me/ than it does/ to her”
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