You believe you could not live with the pain. Such pain is not lived with. It is only endured. I am sorry.
— Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus (via splitterherzen)
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humansofnewyork:

"I came to Dharamshala when I was nine years old. Back then, we weren’t allowed to learn the Tibetan language in school, so my parents sent me to India. For a whole month we walked over the mountains. It was very snowy, and we only walked at night. One night I almost fell off a cliff, but one of the adults grabbed onto my hand and pulled me back up. It’s been twenty years now since I last saw my parents. Just a few months ago, I had a really bad stomach problem and had to go to the hospital. Even though I’m an adult, I’ve never missed my mother more. Being that sick made me realize that I have nobody watching over me."
(Dharamshala, India)

humansofnewyork:

"I came to Dharamshala when I was nine years old. Back then, we weren’t allowed to learn the Tibetan language in school, so my parents sent me to India. For a whole month we walked over the mountains. It was very snowy, and we only walked at night. One night I almost fell off a cliff, but one of the adults grabbed onto my hand and pulled me back up. It’s been twenty years now since I last saw my parents. Just a few months ago, I had a really bad stomach problem and had to go to the hospital. Even though I’m an adult, I’ve never missed my mother more. Being that sick made me realize that I have nobody watching over me."

(Dharamshala, India)

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I am only writing this down so that when you do not see me any more you will know that my enemy has finally triumphed.
— Anna Kavan, Asylum Piece (via proustitute)
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hadrian6:

The Rape of Persephone. 19th.century. drawing. red chalk on paper.
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hadrian6:

The Rape of Persephone. 19th.century. drawing. red chalk on paper.

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In their voluble twitter the little rascals said the most insulting things to each other, pecking at each other and flapping their wings, as orators wave their arms when they want to make their hearers believe the lies they are telling them.
— Benito Pérez Galdós, Dona Perfecta (via talesofpassingtime)
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airows:

(via The 23 Hottest Photos Of Penélope Cruz « Airows)
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hadrian6:

The Mocking of Christ. 1598. Giuseppe Cesari - Cesari d’Arpino. Italian 1568-1640. oil/canvas.
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hadrian6:

The Mocking of Christ. 1598. Giuseppe Cesari - Cesari d’Arpino. Italian 1568-1640. oil/canvas.

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butfili:

through the years…

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humansofnewyork:

"If you could give one piece of advice to a large group of people, what would it be?""If you feed your children with food earned from corruption, they will be corrupt. If you feed your children with food earned from honesty, they will be honest."
(Dharamsala, India)

humansofnewyork:

"If you could give one piece of advice to a large group of people, what would it be?"
"If you feed your children with food earned from corruption, they will be corrupt. If you feed your children with food earned from honesty, they will be honest."

(Dharamsala, India)

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