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It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter. / Nietzsche

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International Cat Day 2018

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Enigma

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Snap

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#august

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@Linea, with D.

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#thalassophile

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I finally settle on a glass of rich red claret. It smells of old houses and aged wood and dark secrets, but also of hard, hot sunshine through ancient shutters and long, wicked afternoons in a four-poster bed. It's not a wine, it's a life, right there in the glass. / N. H.

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But, when nothing subsists of an old past, after the death of people, after the destruction of things, alone, frailer but more enduring, more immaterial, more persistent, more faithful, smell and taste still remain for a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, on the ruin of all the rest, bearing without giving way, on their almost impalpable droplet, the immense edifice of memory. / Proust

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I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I think people would see it because 'romantic' does not mean 'sugary.' It's dark and tormented - the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can not attain. / Breillat

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There is no need for sculptures in a house where a cat lives. / Bates

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Te dau pe orice

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'At the end of the day, it is what it is.'

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The neck has a crucial function for beauty. It is a sort of viaduct, and beyond the bridge you can truly lose yourself forever, like when you arrive in the desert and move forward between dunes which, caressed by the wind, seem to multiply endlessly. / V. A.

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'Un gentleman nu se îmbată niciodată. El face intoxicație etilică. Că nu a citit aceleași cărți cu toți bețivii.' #weekend

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#builtnotborn #nofitnessgear #noexcuses

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Când prietenii îți trimit poze din Tenerife ca dovadă că mutra ta apare pe acolo pe ziduri :) / with Andra Rotaru

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With my dearest Aldous, in Vama Veche

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Cursa

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It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside. / Lovelace