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Jacob Rueff, De Conceptu et Generatione Hominis, 1554
Okay, my instagram is no longer satire. Its srs now. I’d like to follow some of you so hmu with yr link.
“Understand, I’ll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks. I’ll pursue solitary pathways through the pale twilit meadows, with only this one dream: You come too.”
— Ranier Maria Rilke
been working every night 4pm to 11pm since saturday. i am exhausted and i finally have a day off tomorrow. this is the most i’ve ever worked in my life. ughughugh.
Gustave Courbet - Woman With a Parrot, 1866