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Newest painting!
roboroxana:

haven’t made a gif in ages
elmoramos:

MALEFICENT
dodsrike:



There is a willow grows aslant a brook That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream. There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crowflowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do “dead men’s fingers” call them. There, on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke, When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide, And mermaid-like a while they bore her up, Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes, As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indued Unto that element; But long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death.



Hamlet, 1948

Oh, dismal mourning… I open my weary eyes once again…
My life has been left hollow and ashes have filled the gorge of my within.

necroluste:

Jane Blackburn.