Henna, nineteen, Finland. Constantly dreaming, mostly of ruling the world and an endless storage of nutella. %

"She was not the fragile creature one would have her seem."

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The fate of peoples is made like this, two men in small rooms. Forget the coronations, the conclaves of cardinals, the pomp and processions. This is how the world changes: a counter pushed across a table, a pen stroke that alters the force of a phrase, a woman’s sigh as she passes and leaves on the air a trail of orange flower or rose water; her hand pulling close the bed curtain, the discreet sigh of flesh against flesh.― Hilary Mantel, Wolf Hall

The fate of peoples is made like this, two men in small rooms. Forget the coronations, the conclaves of cardinals, the pomp and processions. This is how the world changes: a counter pushed across a table, a pen stroke that alters the force of a phrase, a woman’s sigh as she passes and leaves on the air a trail of orange flower or rose water; her hand pulling close the bed curtain, the discreet sigh of flesh against flesh.
― Hilary Mantel, Wolf Hall


She was beautiful, and kind, and gentle to everybody. As I was lucky enough to meet her, I can surely say she was a pearl in this world.Pierre Terrail, the “knight without fear and beyond reproach”, on Lucrezia Borgia x

She was beautiful, and kind, and gentle to everybody. As I was lucky enough to meet her, I can surely say she was a pearl in this world.
Pierre Terrail, the “knight without fear and beyond reproach”, on Lucrezia Borgia x

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↳ “You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn’t true. I know a lot about love. I’ve seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars… pain, lies, hate… It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves… You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful.”   

colourfulpantsandarainbowhat:

beggars-opera:

colourfulpantsandarainbowhat:

WHY DO PEOPLE CALL IT FUCK, MARRY, KILL WHEN THEY COULD CALL IT BED, WED, BEHEAD

easy there henry

whos henry what thef uck?


La Belle Dame Sans Merci by Marc Fishman

La Belle Dame Sans Merci by Marc Fishman

highgayden:

"A young man… —let us draw his portrait with a single stroke of a pen: picture to yourself Don Quixote at eighteen, Don Quixote husked, without hauberk and greaves, Don Quixote dressed in a woolen dublet whose blue color has been transformed into an elusive nuance of wine lees and celestial azure. A long, brown face; prominent cheekbones a token of shrewdness, enormously developed jaw muscles, an infallible sign by which to recognize a Gascon, even without a beret, and our young man was wearing a beret, decorated with a sort of feather; eyes open and intelligent; nose hooked but finely drawn; too tall for an adolescent, too small for a grown man, and whom the inexperienced eye would have taken for a farmer’s son on a journey,were it not for his long sword, hung from a leather baldric, which slapped against its owners calves when he was on foot, and against the bristling hide of his mount when he was on horse back."

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