(via nataliaamor)

(via nataliaamor)

Coldandpale: (Via Lesfleurettes)

I Will Come To You In The Morning, When The World Is Devoid Of Colour, When The Difference Between Night And Day, Old And New, Sane And Mad Is As Thin As The Gossamer Spider’s Threads That Weave Through Your Eyelashes And From Bedpost To Bedpost.

Sunshine-Pie: Lacewing-Flies: Youngcardinal: (Via Lesfleurettes)

Lacewing-Flies: Sucre: By Colour Lover

(Via Sugarspun) &Amp;Lsquo;Quand Il Pleut Sur Pairs C'est Qu'il Est Malheureux&Amp;Rsquo;

(Via Misswallflower) I Reckon I Have Enough Marseille Soap To Build A House. I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Even Use It (It Dries My Skin Out Something Awful), I Just Like To Look At It And Smell It. Ahem.

Oh-Comely: (Via Cherrywood)

Skeletonsdance: Phantomss:forestgraves:ilikeoldthings: Mary Pickford

Skeletonsdance: Forestgraves: My-Ear-Trumpet: Amralise: Moonqueen: Ziegfeld Follies, Midnight Frolics 1919 - Follies - The Salad Number. The Fact That They Had A Salad Number Is Reason Enough To Wish The Follies Still Existed

Goodbye, 9 Pages If Notes On The Cold War Await Me (Revision Day, Gnuh)

Frogsandcrowns

Nataliaamor: (Via Laurenaliceinwonderland)

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