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OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
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The little black dress..
Prabal Gurung FW2012
gorgeous.
(Source: annstreetstudio)
funny.
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Know the Warning Signs of Art! We hear doodling is the gateway to illustration.
By Team Detroit; via Devin Castro
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When I arrived in Zermatt, Switzerland, I was completely stunned and smitten by the Matterhorn and its sheer Alpine magnificence.
— By Ayush Bhandari (from “Open Theme”)
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