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Puvis et umbra sumus
"Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me."
I expect everybody had a spooktacular Halloween!?
“Parting is such sweet sorrow” 
Haunting
L’Orchidée Blanche by amoelbarroco on Flickr.
untitled by michele mobley on Flickr.
your chest is an empty birdcage (press L) by Dara Scully on Flickr.