West

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he-told-them-to-be-brave:

Burnt 
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melodyandviolence:

dresses (by tara.biglari)
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poeticlines:

John William Waterhouse
Flora
19th century
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immortels:

(by something-vague)
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“You will not ask me what is the point of envy.—You are determined, I see, to have no curiosity.—You are wise—but I cannot be wise. Emma, I must tell you what you will not ask, though I may wish it unsaid the next moment.”
“Oh! then, don’t speak it, don’t speak it,” she eagerly cried. “Take a little time, consider, do not commit yourself.”
“Thank you,” said he, in an accent of deep mortification, and not another syllable followed.
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honeyandlavender:

yes
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