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Switch bitch by Roald Dahl

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summerlilac:

Letters of Jane Austen.

❝ A star falls from the sky and into your hands. Then it seeps through your veins and swims inside your blood and becomes every part of you. And then you have to put it back into the sky. And it’s the most painful thing you’ll ever have to do and that you’ve ever done. But what’s yours is yours. Whether it’s up in the sky or here in your hands. And one day, it’ll fall from the sky and hit you in the head real hard and that time, you won’t have to put it back in the sky again. ❞
— C. JoyBell C. (via petrichour)

Marie Antoinette (2006)

nilenna:

(via zasu)

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

old-fashioned-russia:

Vladislav Nagornov

Boyaryshnya

c0ssette:

Emile Vernon,La printemps,1913,detail..

❝ The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity. ❞

vintagegal:

Audrey Hepburn in Sabrina (1954)

❝ But happiness is brittle, and if men and circumstances don’t destroy it, it is threatened by ghosts. ❞
— Marguerite Yourcenar, The Man Who Loved the Nereids (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

books0977:

Virgin and Child (c.1525). Joos van Cleve (Netherlandish, c.1485-1540/41) and a collaborator. Oil on wood. Met.

Two iconographic themes are combined: the joys of motherhood and the sorrowful premonition of Christ’s death. The sleeping infant is traditionally understood as a prefiguration of the dead Christ. Two pages are legible in the prayer book. Taken from the Magnificat (Luke 1:54–55), celebrating the Annunciation, and the De Profundis (Psalm 130:1–2), used in the Mass for the dead, the verses foreshadow the Virgin’s rejoicing in the fulfillment of Christ’s destiny and her suffering at her son’s death.

❝ Then learn from me, not to judge my appearances: I am slatternly; I seldom put, and never keep, things in order; I am careless; I forget rules; I read when I should learn my lessons; I have no method: and sometimes I say, like you, I cannot bear to be subjected to systematic arrangements. ❞
— Helen Burns, Jane Eyre (via g-wretch)