The Nymphaeum - 1878 - William-Adolphe Bouguereau. Neoclassicism.

“The all-night convenience store’s empty and no one is behind the counter. You open and shut the glass door a few times causing a bell to go off, but no one appears. You only came to buy a pack of cigarettes, maybe a copy of yesterday’s newspaper – finally you take one and leave thirty-five cents in its place. It is freezing, but it is a good thing to step outside again: you can feel less alone in the night, with lights on here and there between the dark buildings and trees. Your own among them, somewhere. There must be thousands of people in this city who are dying to welcome you into their small bolted rooms, to sit you down and tell you what has happened to their lives. And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.”

— Franz Wright, “Night Walk” (via blxckberrying)

of course the first ever sin was a woman eating

Tired of people talking about sex like Whatevvverrr get your head shrunken and attach it to a keychain

Remembering vampires and demons aren't real or available romantic options

small things to add to a hand written letter:

a teabag of your favourite tea

heart shaped note with cute drawings

stickers on the outside of the letter, and inside

handmade paper doll

small print or postcard

a sketch or a little painting or a poem

glitter or sequins or pearls or buttons

small candies or bubblegum

cut out magazine pictures or articles

folded paper, like origami

textile like small ribbons or clothing patches

coins or flat things found in a souvenir shop

pressed flower or leaf

Gatesville, North Carolina

circa 1840

Vikki Dougan photographed by Nina Leen, 1952

“What a generous thought. That you are already what you’ve always wanted to be, and all you have to do is let go of the parts that are keeping you from that. But letting go is so terribly hard. I admit I have tried everyday. All the time. I want to let go. It’s not that I’m still holding on– it’s holding on to me.”

— marsarchives (via wnq-writers)

Hedy Lamarr - “The Strange Woman” (1946)

a reminder fr the me of last night and this morning & every day from now on ! a reminder fr everyone who wants better !

this place could be beautiful, right ? you could make this place beautiful.