the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes

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It takes time in the morning for me to become George, time to adjust to what is expected of George and how he is to behave. By the time I have dressed and put the final layer of polish on the now slightly stiff but quite perfect George I know fully what part I’m suppose to play. Looking in the mirror staring back at me isn’t so much a face as the expression of a predicament. 

(Source: tomhiddlston, via mlightwood)

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