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typical resting posture of the Bombycid silk moths
"As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force."
— Dante Alighieri, Inferno

(Source: pittedpeach, via floralnymph)
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Death of Marat -Jean-Jacques David
“Men and girls, men and girls: Artificial swine and pearls.” - G. Stein