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As Shadows

we walk through the land of the dead | Ask me anything

latexlatexlatex:

Super sexy, no?

latexlatexlatex:

Super sexy, no?

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latexlatexlatex:

Stunning!

latexlatexlatex:

Stunning!

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alertstatusred asked: brb siding

Hi little cakesey

allthingsfinnish:

Susi ja Karhu

photo by viiksimo

allthingsfinnish:

Susi ja Karhu

photo by viiksimo

theetsyblog:

Mario Latex Costume

theetsyblog:

Mario Latex Costume

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ailia:

heavy burden for a small house by elfis gallery on Flickr.

ailia:

heavy burden for a small house by elfis gallery on Flickr.

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allthingsfinnish:

Ylivieska
photo credit: suomenlatu.org

allthingsfinnish:

Ylivieska

photo credit: suomenlatu.org

allthingsfinnish:

Seinäjoki
photo by estrahl flickr

allthingsfinnish:

Seinäjoki

photo by estrahl flickr

Kaaaaaaaty

Kaaaaaaaty

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nightowlie:

dosv:

SLEEP MY SON

HAHAHAHA

For you.  Plz don’t hate me :)

allthingsfinnish:

Utsjoki

photo by Marko Asunmaa

allthingsfinnish:

Utsjoki

photo by Marko Asunmaa

allthingsfinnish:

I long for the land that is not,For all that is, I am weary of wanting.The moon speaks to me in silvern runesAbout the land that is not.
The land where all our wishes will be wonderfully fulfilled,The land, where all our shackles drop,The land, where we cool our laceratedforeheadIn the lunar dew
           ——— from the poem The Land That Is Not                     by Edith Södergran                     (second verse translated by Gunnar Damström
photo of Saariselkä by Timo Suominen       

allthingsfinnish:

I long for the land that is not,
For all that is, I am weary of wanting.
The moon speaks to me in silvern runes
About the land that is not.

The land where all our wishes will be
wonderfully fulfilled,
The land, where all our shackles drop,
The land, where we cool our lacerated
forehead
In the lunar dew

           ——— from the poem The Land That Is Not
                     by Edith Södergran
                     (second verse translated by Gunnar Damström


photo of Saariselkä by Timo Suominen
      

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