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bizarreauhavre · 1 year
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Eva Palmer-Sikelianos, 1907.
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baptisedinblackwater · 5 months
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from ‘Lettres de Guerre’ series
max kuiper – 13 nov 2023
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neoboha · 8 months
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Römische Ruine (1894)
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landschaftsmalerei · 6 months
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Tintagel, 1881 (WC auf Papier auf Karton aufgezogen) von William Trost Richards (1881, watercolour on paper mounted onto board)
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karottenleben · 1 month
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Picture: Z908
Place: Mörfelden-Walldorf, Germany
Date: June 2021
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francepittoresque · 3 months
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HISTOIRE/ACTU | Révolution française : son bilan véritable par-delà la légende dogmatique ➽ http://bit.ly/Bilan-Revolution-Francaise Par la complicité d'écrivains illustres se forma, au XIXe siècle, une légende de la Révolution se substituant à l'Histoire et destinée à célébrer sa nécessité, son infaillibilité, sa justice souveraine ; or il convient de dénoncer l'imposture de l'Assemblée constituante de 1789 ne montrant ni vues d'avenir ni grandes qualités politiques, légiférant au hasard et dont les errements devaient enfanter des crimes en chaîne
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guilbertjj · 8 months
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ruine de l'ancien moulin
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flichtle · 2 years
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CONCRETE STRUCTURE #1. #structure #concrete #beton #utilitarianarchitecture #architecture #rural #newtopographics #ruin #ruine #grid #perspectivecontrol https://www.instagram.com/p/Chz9wmgjnRX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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ofainur · 1 year
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( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ ruinë⠀& erulissë⠀ ❜࿔ 
· ⊰ synopsis. ruinë both admires and laments over erulissë ( angst ៸៸ unrequited love )
· ⊰ note. I don't know what possessed me to write this but my heart is now aching so much ;;
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♡. — 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔
She is so beautiful. 
Magenta hues cut over to steal a glance at the Maia beside her, happily braiding daisies together in an intricate crown. Pink petals of the cherry blossom that they sit beneath flutter around her. The glimmers of the lamps peek through and shine down upon her. Illuminating her signature smile as her delicate fingers work on the yellow and white flowers. 
Ruinë never quite understood the notion of creating flower crowns. Did Yavanna's handmaiden simply enjoy her company or did the end product make it worthwhile?
Nevertheless, she went along with Erulissë's proposal. Her own fingers struggled to perfect the art of fastening stems and maintaining petals. Or perhaps she was simply distracted by her closest companion and the woman who eased her heart into a soar whenever she laid eyes upon her. 
Subtly, Ruinë steals another glance. Erulissë's already fair features were amplified by the scenery of petals and glimmers of light. The smile on her lips almost brings a similar one to Ruinë's - yet she manages to suppress it in favour of her indifferent expression, albeit barely. 
"So,'' she breaks the minutes of silence. "What has you so giddy?"
The giggle that caresses her ears faintly tints Ruinë's pale face pink, but she quickly gains control of herself and turns the entirety of her attention onto her friend. 
"It is nothing, really.'' Erulissë brushes her off with that same smile that put even the heavens to shame. 
A flutter pricks at the fire Maia's heart and she arches a brow. Her own lips tip further upwards into a widening smile and for once, she decides to pry. "That so?'' She chuckles. "Oh come on, surely you can grace me with the reason of your joy? It seems more than usual.'' 
Erulissë spares another giggle and turns to her friend with shimmery violet eyes. "Well,'' she starts. 
I never should have asked. 
"Suppose you could say I have someone on my mind.'' 
The fluttering turns into a sharp plummet into the pit of Ruinë's stomach and despite her trying her utmost hardest, she cannot stop the furrow in her brows. Thankfully, Erulissë had long since turned back to her almost-finished flower crown, obliviously leaving the other Maia to simply gaze at her with a cacophony of emotions. 
There is a stretch of silence. A long, almost uncomfortable one as Ruinë contemplates the ache spreading throughout her chest. 
Is that normal?
Why does it ache? 
She shakes the thought off. She tries to swallow the sudden thickness in her throat. She lowers her gaze back to her half-done, messy flower crown and attempts to bring her mind back to the serenity it was only just recently enjoying. 
Why is it hurting so much?
"Someone on your mind?" She curses herself for the newfound quietness of her voice. Thank Eru that the other Maia seems not to take notice. "Pray tell.'' 
"Ah, curious aren't we?" Erulissë gleams and shakes her head. "Just a Maia I have been getting to know as of late. I think you might have heard of him, actually.'' 
As Erulissë finishes her flower crown and goes on a lovesick ramble, Ruinë listens in silence. Her gaze never leaves the barely completed flower crown between her fingers. It is as though the very daisies mock her. As though the very petals laugh at her. 
It takes everything within her to maintain her usual indifferent expression and stop her ears from drooping. The happiness in Erulissë's voice does nothing but burn her throat. Sting her fëa. 
But she wills herself to listen nevertheless. 
As she raises her head in the slightest and peers at her closest friend, the woman who both made her heart flutter and crushed it into a thousand pieces, she still thinks to herself. 
She is so beautiful. 
Her gaze softens. 
Even when she loves someone else. 
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⊱· ❀ ·⊰
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Violet eyes are as sharp as the ice evident on her face. Smiling lips now curl into a contemptuous frown. 
Be it distaste,
Be it disgust,
Ruinë no longer can distinguish between the two. Her own expression lacks her indifference, despite desperately attempting to maintain it. Her magenta eyes shine with almost as much sorrow as they did all that time ago. On that fateful day. 
"Lissë,'' she risks, her gaze never leaving the face of her once closest friend. A relationship now soured by the ages and her own actions. 
The Maia still withholds the luxury of response from Ruinë and instead continues walking. She brushes past the other without so much a glance and steps on ahead. Leaving the woman dressed in white and sapphire. 
She knows that it will serve as nothing but to break her heart further, yet Ruinë still spares a glance over her shoulder. Solemnly watching the one who once held her heart and trust, leave her behind as those before have. As many will continue to. 
Her gaze lowers to a daisy greeting her from the ground. Mocking her. Taunting her. 
She is so beautiful. 
Leaning down, her fingers pluck at the delicate flower and bring it to her chest. 
Even if she hates me. 
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bizarreauhavre · 4 months
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Gateway of the temple of Dendera, Egypt, ca. 1862.
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lknapp · 5 months
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Bild des Tages: Moselschleife bei Bremm
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wabayang · 4 months
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landschaftsmalerei · 6 months
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Bolton Abbey von William Mellor(Undatiert, Öl auf Leinwand)
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forgottensites · 5 months
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