by Joao Paulo Alvares Ruas
(Source: circitrico)
Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
“Come not when I am Dead”
Come not, when I am dead
to drop they foolish tears upon they grave
To trample round my fallen head
and vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save.
There let the wind sweep and the plover cry;
But thou, go by
Child, if it were thine error or thy crime
I care no longer, being all unblest:
Wed whom thou will, but I am sick of Time,
And I desire to rest
Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie;
Go by, go by.Tintype, 1885-1895.
(via darqueandlovely)
swoon, indeed…
1930s crocheted gauntlet gloves. Swoon!
(via the-big-lie)
trumpet of death (Craterellus cornucopioides)
Albin Schmalfuss, from Führer für Pilzfreunde (The mushroom lover’s guidebook) vol. 1, by Edmund Michael, Zwickau, 1901.
