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Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec - A letto, il bacio (1892)

Viviamo, mia Lesbia, e amiamo        e ogni mormorio perfido dei vecchi        valga per noi la più vile moneta.        Il giorno può morire e poi risorgere, ma quando muore il nostro breve giorno,        una notte infinita dormiremo.        Tu dammi mille baci, e quindi cento,        poi dammene altri mille, e quindi cento, quindi mille continui, e quindi cento.        E quando poi saranno mille e mille  nasconderemo il loro vero numero,        che non getti il malocchio l’invidioso        per un numero di baci così alto.

Catullo

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Let us live, my Lesbia, and love. As for all the rumors of those stern old men, Let us value them at a mere penny. Suns may set and yet rise again, but Us, with our brief light, can set but once. One never-ending night must be slept. Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred. Then, another thousand, and a second hundred. Then, yet another thousand, and a hundred. Then, when we have counted up many thousands, Let us shake the abacus so that no one may know the number, And become jealous when they see How many kisses we have shared. 

Catullus

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im a fucking clingy ass person so i love when other people are clingy too like yes please reassure me that you don’t hate me and you actually enjoy being around me

I love how Titus & Co walk in the room and Clarke is trying to put her drawing away.. Too late mate, p sure everyone knows theres something going on there

clarke, with drawings of lexa spilling from her pockets: LISTEN theyre for my pEOPLE