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suicideblonde:

Perf gay reaction

ohcurtains:

multicolors:

thisismydivision:

I don’t get it when people say I wanna go to Europe I mean as a European you gotta be more specific because there’s a major difference between Denmark and Greece so which part of fucking Europe do you wanna go to

So many times yes

9 times out of 10 they probably mean “Paris”

I am selfish, private and easily bored. Will this be a problem?
Neil Gaiman, A Study in Emerald (via 00-37)
  • Me:

    *puts on sun dress*

  • Sun:

    *instantly disappears*

  • #the story of my life#i am doomed to stay freakishly pale forever

flyartproductions:

***Galatea
Pygmalion and Galatea (c.1890), Jean-Leon Gerome / ***Flawless, Beyonce ft. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

flyartproductions:

***Galatea

Pygmalion and Galatea (c.1890), Jean-Leon Gerome / ***Flawless, Beyonce ft. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

rjwpshit:

This song has been haunting me for weeks, nay, months now. I can’t even tell why, it’s something about the melody and the lyrics that gets to me. 

The lyrics below are translated from Dutch, by yours truly. Some of them are not literal, but I tried to keep them in tune with the song, and to give them the same feel as the Dutch lyrics. I hope it comes across.

Please poorter, won’t you let me in
I have no coin, no harbour
My wife and children are all dead
I buried them on my own

I see the towers of the town
They loom on the horizon
I wish that I had friends up there
who could comfort my sorrow
Been travelling for fourteen years, please point me to a shelter
A piece of bread, a cup of wine, it really doesn’t matter

Please poorter, won’t you let me in
I have no coin, no harbour
My wife and children are all dead
I buried them on my own

I have been walking all my life through woods and field and meadow
I hunt with wolves and then I sleep with bears inside their hollow
The search is going for too long, please help me to become free
So come and stab me dead my friend, bury me beneath thee

Please poorter, won’t you let me in
I have no coin, no harbour
My wife and children are all dead
I buried them on my own

I don’t know much, this much is true, but I’ll tell you something’s coming
The war, it calls, the hour comes, my dreams have been foreboding
I saw the city burning down, the houses and the steeple
The devil burned ev’rything down, the mice and then the people

Please poorter, won’t you let me in
I have no coin, no harbour
My wife and children are all dead
I buried them on my own
I saw destruction in your town
The ground, I saw it quaking
And I have told you of it now
Thank be by alms and giving

De Wereld Vergaat by Laïs

thepainitshapeless:

Laïs - De Wereld Vergaat

Eindelijk ‘t moest er toch eens van komen.
‘t Werd ons voorspeld door de ster met de steert.
Ik heb gelukkig mijn voorzorg genomen,
mijn laatste cent is goddank reeds verteerd.
Ben ik gedwongen nu schulden te maken,
zet men mij morgen of heden op straat,
‘k lach ermee want ‘t kan mij toch niet raken,
aangezien dat toch de wereld vergaat…