Death is the Mother of Beauty

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king


I work in a library, i love to read.
I am an aspiring mortician.



Death,

Permalink “From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.” - Edvard Munch
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Permalink 2headedsnake: Javier Perez Aria de Capo, 2008
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I must confess that I can see nothing beautiful in this new beauty, who is as cold as the stone walls and floors she dreams of. Rather would I have the love songs of romantic ages, rather Don Juan and Madame Venus, rather an elopement by ladder and rope on a moonlight night, followed by the father’s curse, mother’s moans, and the moral comments of neighbors, than correctness and propriety measured by yardsticks. If love does not know how to give and take without restrictions, it is not love, but a transaction that never fails to lay stress on a plus and a minus.