We’re Each Of Us Alone, To Be Sure. What Can You Do But Hold Your Hand Out In The Dark?

both off and on it looks adorable ღ

the goldfinch, donna tartt / landscape with a blur of conquerors, richard siken / blue horses, mary oliver 

John William Godward

British, 1861-1922

An Offering to Venus (detail)

anyways here are beauty tips from a 2,000 year old Mediterranean funerary moasic:

rosewater on your face and neck each night

hair left in an up-do with only a slight face framing piece in a gentle curl

earth tone eyeshadow and kohl black eye liner to look sultry even in death

staining your lips a tender red with pomegranate seeds or kisses from a cherry

minimal gold embellishments and a sip or two of red wine to darken your cheeks when you smile in the dreamlike haze caused by Dionysus

“You don’t know anyone at the party, so you don’t want to go. You don’t like cottage cheese, so you haven’t eaten it in years. This is your choice, of course, but don’t kid yourself: it’s also the flinch. Your personality is not set in stone. You may think a morning coffee is the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it’s really just a habit. Thirty days without it, and you would be fine. You think you have a soul mate, but in fact you could have had any number of spouses. You would have evolved differently, but been just as happy. You can change what you want about yourself at any time. You see yourself as someone who can’t write or play an instrument, who gives in to temptation or makes bad decisions, but that’s really not you. It’s not ingrained. It’s not your personality. Your personality is something else, something deeper than just preferences, and these details on the surface, you can change anytime you like. If it is useful to do so, you must abandon your identity and start again. Sometimes, it’s the only way.”

— Julien Smith, The Flinch (via wnq-anonymous)

“ On the calm black water where the stars are sleeping

White Ophelia floats like a great lily… ”

party in the catacombs byob (bring your own bones)

show me the forbidden coping mechanisms