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Labascate,v, 1727 -1727. to begin to fall or slide

meeresstille:

by Brassai
It was sometime in October; she had long ago lost track of all the days and it really didn’t matter because one was like another and there were no nights to separate them because she never slept any more.
Sylvia Plath, Tongues of Stone (via shesinacoma)

(Source: chaptersofmarinaa, via shesinacoma)

thesterlingscreen:

Myrna Loy
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