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my birthday is in july! :)
paranoid, anxious, beset by violent intrusive thoughts, listless, stupid and morose. and on top of it all my hair won’t curl nicely
The best thing for being sad… is to learn something. That is the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake in the middle of the night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world around you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then—to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting.
—T. H. White, The Sword in the Stone, in The Once and Future King
New York City ballet production of Midsummer Nights Dream
The fact this isn’t a painting is a testament to one of the greatest feats of set design and production I’ve ever seen.
My god just look at this! The lighting, set design, photography… I’ve just never seen anything like it.
The Simpsons - 14.17 - Three Gays of the Condo
Alice Brasser (Netherlands, b.1965)
Swim, 2022
Here comes the bride, Los Angeles, CA, c.
1950s. (Photo by Charles Williams
Bird illustration, 1801, Japan.
I’m built different. like incorrectly i think
Audrey Marnay wears Schiaparelli Haute Couture in “Sumptuous”, photographed by Damian Foxe and styled by Elad Bitton for How To Spend It Issue 02 June 2018
Oh, I’m burning! I wish I were out of doors—I wish I were a girl again, half-savage, and hardy, and free.
—Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
rest in peace SOPHIE <\3
Yevgeny Khaldei. Neva River in Leningrad, 1950.
“I have read your poems with my door locked late at night and I have read them on the seashore where I could look all round me and see no more sign of human life than the ships out at sea: and here I often found myself waking up from a reverie with the book open before me. I love all poetry, and high generous thoughts make the tears rush to my eyes, but sometimes a word or a phrase of yours takes me away from the world around me and places me in an ideal land surrounded by realities more than any poem I ever read.”— Bram Stoker, from a letter to Walt Whitman; Feb. 8, 1872.
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