Sara in Wonderland

“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense."
getoutoftherecat:

noooo, that’s where we put the dishes.

getoutoftherecat:

noooo, that’s where we put the dishes.

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tastefullyoffensive:

Food Geometry [mrlovenstein]

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cookiecarnival:

Arendelle’s Royal Sisters

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victoriousvocabulary:

LA DOULEUR EXQUISE

[noun]

French: literally “exquisite pain”; the heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can never have.

[Christian Birmingham]

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kuklarusskaya:

a collection of my gifs from the video by cinque ballet

Shit I Love » Lord of the Rings

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jecamartinez:

Once Upon A DreamAurora animated gifNumber six in my Disney Princess animated gif series! Don’t you just love the Once Upon A Dream song from the movie?
See the previous GIFs in the series below:Rapunzel | Merida | Belle | Ariel | Pocahontas

jecamartinez:

Once Upon A Dream
Aurora animated gif

Number six in my Disney Princess animated gif series! Don’t you just love the Once Upon A Dream song from the movie?

See the previous GIFs in the series below:
Rapunzel | Merida | Belle | Ariel | Pocahontas

gaksdesigns:

Artist Daniel Danger


I must remember now how once I woke To find the harsh lamplight stream upon her bed, The ceiling tremble in its giddy smoke, And on the wall the agile spider spread, To hear the reverberate vault of silence shake Beneath the hollow crash of midnight’s toil, Whose profound strokes waned impotent to break The charnel stillness of the city’s soul. These I remember, but would more forget What is most fixed, whereby I am undone, How white, how still you lay, though shuddering yet In the last luxury of oblivion, As if of Death you had taken love long denied, With on your face the bliss of suicide. 

Robert Nichols

gaksdesigns:

Artist Daniel Danger

I must remember now how once I woke
To find the harsh lamplight stream upon her bed,
The ceiling tremble in its giddy smoke,
And on the wall the agile spider spread,
To hear the reverberate vault of silence shake
Beneath the hollow crash of midnight’s toil,
Whose profound strokes waned impotent to break
The charnel stillness of the city’s soul.
These I remember, but would more forget
What is most fixed, whereby I am undone,
How white, how still you lay, though shuddering yet
In the last luxury of oblivion,
As if of Death you had taken love long denied,
With on your face the bliss of suicide.

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broken-hearted-optimist:

bluefooted

these are like dreams

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