When I was little...knew a fam who rented a castle 4 their 18 children. It wasn't this dark in color. The father was the grand nephew of Franz Lizst (sp?) and the mother had been childhood neighbors of Eva and Zsa Zsa Gabor from Hungary. We played in the tower & the village kids would throw apples @ us. Painful! Don't throw apples!!!
. (via TumbleOn) It was brought to my attention that the original artist/blogger has been omitted from this image, so I would like to add the name of his blog here: http://memoryradio.tumblr.com Artists should not be dropped from their work. A matter of decency, I should think. ~Journal of a Nobody This was brought to my attention today. No hard feelings really. I am happy folks are enjoying the image. I
Lacertine Forest by Lady-Twiglet on deviantART
“The words you speak stir things in me that I thought were gone. Their faint white heat melts centuries deep in frost. I can feel it through the fields of graves, a beating heart, while rolling hills are roaming through my veins and open arms, and all is full of hope. Ahhh, pining…” ~ ‘Pinesong’ (A Fine Frenzy)
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