Danse macabre.

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Riccardo Tisci

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Will you love me in December as you do in May?

“She looked directly up into the northern lights and she wondered if those cold-burning spectres might not draw her breath, her very soul, out of her chest and into the stars.”

-Eowyn Ivey

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