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Image description: Digital art of William and Adso from The Name of the Rose in vivid colors of purple, blue, green, and orange. William stands, the fabric of his habit billowing in abstracted circles and swirls, and smiles as he places his pince-nez frames upon his long nose. Just behind him stands the shorter Adso, leaning just around him to look neutrally, if a little judgementally, at the viewer. In the background curls leaf motifs like those in manuscripts. End ID.

william of baskerville & his shadow

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i have been constantly in tears over this newly hatched duck i found on instagram last night

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I'm truly at my worst when with friends

Les Garçons, if you will

#my mom is from split and my favorite hobby is explaining to people that this in fact is the way it is there

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Random headlines including our favourite person - a Serbian man.

#fuck i think i know this guy

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love the word “rapscallion”. like not only are you a rascal but you’re also kind of spring onion about it too

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(i moved to @karaviav!!)

today i give you: master and margarita fanart

tomorrow: who knows

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One thing most people don’t realize about Gazebos is how bloodthirsty they used to be until the 1930s or so. It used to be that in order to appease your average small town gazebo you had to feed it 4-5 marching bands a year, or roughly 2 dozen barbershop groups. Noaways? Throw it a steely dan cover act every 6 months, maybe a bridal party every few years if you’re actively trying to court its favor, and you’re pretty much in the clear. And the crazy thing is nobody knows why they calmed down, or that their appetite for flesh won’t return to its 19th century heights one day. It’s actually an increasingly popular theory among modern Gazebo researchers that we’re at the tail end of a period of dormancy and it’s only a matter of time until they start howling for blood again. And if/when that does happen there’s the question of whether our modern zeeb-keepers are really ready for the task of booking enough sacrificial acts to meet that increased demand. Guild policy has gotten lax in the century since the heyday of Dark Pavillionism and a lot of local keepers refuse to even look at newer research that threatened to upsettheir status quo. Kind of scary to think about

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me n who?

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The thing that makes old Yugoslavian movies so good is the fact that every single character is completely fucking insane, 10/10 cinema

#ko to tamo peva fan account

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real

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i love it when "liminal space" pictures are described as "strangely familiar" because they do not ever invoke nostalgia in me. on account of me not being american. this is what eastern european liminal spaces look like

#the SMELL of brutalist building hallways like if you agree

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This is it this is wap

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Koračnica iz filma Veljka Bulajića “Bitka na Neretvi” (1969). Kompozitor Nikica Kalođera. Izvodi Veliki revijski orkestar.

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Why do you say men are objects? That’s not true and hurtful

men are on sale at the grocery store for a few dollars

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Yugoslavia in 1948 by Walter Sanders