I.V.
Ine - 20 - Oslo - History student.

I love the Tudor dynasty, history in general, fashion, healthy food, yoga, running, anti-nationalism, atheism, libertarianism, art, poetry, art history, music, books, cats, all animals basically, Oslo, Stockholm, London, designer bags, notebooks, knowledge, and certain people. See about me for more.

Click here for pics of me and personal posts etc, here for words/poetry that I like, here for history related posts, and here for my instagram. X.
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back to the no-makeup look again
yay or nay?
dress btw by Simona Barbieri

back to the no-makeup look again

yay or nay?

dress btw by Simona Barbieri

bardotinmotion:

Just throw my clothes back after the morning after — that’s all I ask!

olsendaily:

By Heather Kincaid

I wanna die in that dress

olsendaily:

By Heather Kincaid

I wanna die in that dress

I’m sorry to brag

but I’m in the shape of my life

just went for a long run, and.. wow

thank you running and yoga and the food I eat (in short: thank you me) for making me feel like this

How can you love a word? You cannot love words, you cannot be in love with a word. You can love another human being. 

favourite film

dreamer-madcap:

I am sick and tired of the fact that every time I want to search the Stellan Skarsgard tag, all I see are people praising him for being Alexander’s father or for appearing in Thor, Avengers and other shit. I mean, for fuck’s sake, this man works with Lars von Trier, and that’s all you can say about him?

preach

blue-bonbons:

vurtual:

African Lion (by Tony)

Bab.

still my favourite actor/fellow human being

still my favourite actor/fellow human being

❝ Ja hvad var kjærligheten. En vind som suser i roserne, nei en gul morild i blodet. Kjærligheten var en helvedeshet musikk som får selv olidngers hjærter til å danse. Den var som margeritan som åpner sig på vid væg mot nattens komme, og den var som anemonen som lukker sig for et åndepust og dør ved berøring:
 Slik var kjærligheten.
 Den kunde ruindere en mand, gjenreise ham og brædemærke ham igjen; den kunde elske mig i dag, dig i morgen og ham i morgen nat, så ubestandig var den. Men den kunde også holde fast som et ubrytelig segl og blusse like uutslukkelig til dødens stund, for så evig var den.

— Knut Hamsun, Victoria