La Baudelaire

La Baudelaire

La Baudelaire
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Japanese Dragon 용 kjgma01 #dragon #tattoos #tattoo                              …

Japanese Dragon 용 kjgma01 #dragon #tattoos #tattoo …

The old novel beckoned to be opened. Giving into temptation, she slowly picked it up and cracked it open. Dust from years of sitting on a shelf erupted from the pages, as if happy to be finally free. The smell that followed was sweet and begged her to enter into the world hidden within the pages. And she did.

The old novel beckoned to be opened. Giving into temptation, she slowly picked it up and cracked it open. Dust from years of sitting on a shelf erupted from the pages, as if happy to be finally free. The smell that followed was sweet and begged her to enter into the world hidden within the pages. And she did.

...ahhh -- a book, a cup of tea & a quiet day... Two of my very favorites things in Life.

...ahhh -- a book, a cup of tea & a quiet day... Two of my very favorites things in Life.

Tea: Vintage teaspoons for #tea time.

Tea: Vintage teaspoons for #tea time.

#Violet #Lavander #Colors #Flower #Cups #Home #Nature #Viola #Lavanda #Colori #Fiori #Tazze #Casa #Natura #Materiaprima www.mapri.it

#Violet #Lavander #Colors #Flower #Cups #Home #Nature #Viola #Lavanda #Colori #Fiori #Tazze #Casa #Natura #Materiaprima www.mapri.it

Ana Rosa

Ana Rosa

Bela Lugosi and Helen Chandler in Dracula (1931, dir. Tod Browning)

Bela Lugosi and Helen Chandler in Dracula (1931, dir. Tod Browning)

La morte dormiva al suo fianco, notte dopo notte. Ormai la sua lugubre e fredda presenza era divenuta l'unica in grado di scaldarlo.

La morte dormiva al suo fianco, notte dopo notte. Ormai la sua lugubre e fredda presenza era divenuta l'unica in grado di scaldarlo.

The shadows played the angles of her face like a pianist on the keys. Beauty danced there in the steady  line of her jawline and the crescendo of her cheekbones. The Raven King could not outdo her in confidence, could not overcome her in his evil. "What are you to me" he snarled. "your hands are as red as mine are, you do not get to play an angel." She smiled and repleyed. "My sainthood comes not in my actions, but rather for their cause. I have fought to save a people, not to destroy one"

The shadows played the angles of her face like a pianist on the keys. Beauty danced there in the steady line of her jawline and the crescendo of her cheekbones. The Raven King could not outdo her in confidence, could not overcome her in his evil. "What are you to me" he snarled. "your hands are as red as mine are, you do not get to play an angel." She smiled and repleyed. "My sainthood comes not in my actions, but rather for their cause. I have fought to save a people, not to destroy one"