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❥ Charles Baudelaire

'güzel olan her zaman tuhaftır.'

charles baudelaire.

derdim: yeter, sakin ol, dinlen biraz artık;
akşam olsa diyordun, işte oldu akşam.

— charles baudelaire / içe kapanış, çev: sabahattin eyüboğlu.

Thinking about her and involuntarily reciting Baudelaire from memory

Baudelaire’den…Cortazar’ın bir kitabının arka sayfasından çekmiştim :)

«Dichosos aquellos que son capaces de entender el lenguaje de las flores y de las cosas mudas».

— Charles Baudelaire

To all of the MEN out there

Is Baudelaire the most fuckable character in the Tylerverse?

fiz um sketch de uma personagem da minha história que eu SÓ faço sketch dela desde 2014

pra variar

o nome dela é valérie baudelaire e ela é tóxica

'We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time...'

✍️Charles #Baudelaire

> Oleg Oprisco: My Modern Met

More Updates 👇

➡️ Baada ya kukamilisha usajili wake wa kujiunga na Azam Fc 🇹🇿, Franck Baudelaire Tiesse 🇨🇮 atarejea Stade Malien ya Mali 🇲🇱 kumalizia mechi za msimu huu.

✅ Atarejea jijini Dar Es Salaam mwezi wa saba kwaajili ya maandalizi ya msimu mpya wa 2024/25.

kulakları sağır eden sokak uluyordu çevremde.
ince, uzun, kara yaslı, kocaman bir ıstırap.

— charles baudelaire / geçen bir kadına, çev: vasfi mahir kocatürk.

Charles Baudelaire on the functionally ambiguous and sinister nature of the concept of 'progress' in the 19th century.

Andrés Rivera, 'El amigo de Baudelaire'.

Official 🚨

Azam FC 🇹🇿 has complete the signing of winger Franck Baudelaire Tiessé🇨🇮 (26) from Stade Malien 🇲🇱

Even when she's walking, she seems to be dancing.

✍Charles #Baudelaire

🎨Sunny Night

L'amour est une femme belle et cruelle.

愛是一個美麗而殘酷的女人

-Charles Baudelaire-

J’étais mort sans surprise, et la terrible aurore
M’enveloppait. — Eh quoi ! n’est-ce donc que cela ?
La toile était levée et j’attendais encore.

Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du mal, 1857