Andreas Dias
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🧝🏽♂️Tolkien | Paleontologie | Insulinde | 🌏🌍🌎54,08% | 📚🦖🦅 … - .- -.—
That image stands in LUMC hospital in Leiden
May 8, 2025 at 9:11 AM
That image stands in LUMC hospital in Leiden
Haha, the traitor 😶🌫️
March 25, 2025 at 7:03 PM
Haha, the traitor 😶🌫️
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
November 22, 2024 at 10:15 PM
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
November 22, 2024 at 10:15 PM
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
November 22, 2024 at 10:14 PM
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
November 22, 2024 at 10:14 PM
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
November 22, 2024 at 10:14 PM
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Beautiful tree! Do you know if someone made an image of Telperion with dark green leaves?
Most images of him are silver of white and without flowers
Most images of him are silver of white and without flowers
November 22, 2024 at 2:49 PM
Beautiful tree! Do you know if someone made an image of Telperion with dark green leaves?
Most images of him are silver of white and without flowers
Most images of him are silver of white and without flowers
He lived down under Hill; and a peacock’s feather nodded in his old hat, tossing in the weather
November 20, 2024 at 9:53 PM
He lived down under Hill; and a peacock’s feather nodded in his old hat, tossing in the weather