Ivory rosary. Circa 1530.
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I LOVED slapping them and spitting on men in the dungeon.
The thing is, normal people think this is wrong. They don’t understand that for these men, it is a reward and pure bliss to be treated like the human garbage they are
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Everyone I know, knows me only by the surface. They dare not go in depth, they dare not study the structure of my chaos heart. They only see me as a painting on the wall, with their own ideas of me, with their own definitions of me, without ever trying to listen what I have to say, without ever trying to understand what I am trying to portray.
Lukas W. // The painting (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
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