Sag (Sun)

““But just as they got to the bottom of the hill, and the man stretched out his hand to catch the stag, it vanished into the earth, and the man began to cry; he was so sorry that he had lost it after all his long hunting. But as he was crying he saw there was a door in the hill, just in front of him, and he went in, and it was quite dark, but he went on, as he thought he would find the white stag. And all of a sudden it got light, and there was the sky, and the sun shining, and birds singing in the trees, and there was a beautiful fountain. And by the fountain a lovely lady was sitting, who was the queen of the fairies, and she told the man that she had changed herself into a stag to bring him there because she loved him so much. Then she brought out a great gold cup, covered with jewels, from her fairy palace, and she offered him wine in the cup to drink. And he drank, and the more he drank the more he longed to drink, because the wine was enchanted. So he kissed the lovely lady, and she became his wife, and he stayed all that day and all that night in the hill where she lived, and when he woke he found he was lying on the ground, close to where he had seen the stag first, and his horse was there and his hounds were there waiting, and he looked up, and the sun sank behind the mountain. And he went home and lived a long time, but he would never kiss any other lady because he had kissed the queen of the fairies, and he would never drink common wine any more, because he had drunk enchanted wine.””

— “The White People” by Arthur Machen 

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It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.

Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd

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Well... Not risk

Damn I’m turning superstitious…usually I disregard these 🤷🏾‍♀️

“A faithful friend is a strong defense; And he that hath found him hath found a treasure.”

— Louisa M Alcott

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Reblog for good luck this era.

When you stop chasing the wrong things, you give the right things a chance to catch you.

I think i like it!

For sure!

Si no le das reblog se muere Tu mamá.

Na mentira no se va a morir nadie , yo cuando estaba viva no le di reblog ..

conchetumare!

Dios._.

ctm, perdón followers.

 sorry followers, hay que prevenir :c

putos .l.

^ .

Lo lei dos veces haste que lo entendí,y le luego me dio muchisimo miedo.

perdon :|

hijos de puta :| yo tambien lo lei 2 veces ._. 

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