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Rosalie, 18 year old french girl. Poetry, music, beauty.

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being a woman isn’t about the body you were born with or your feelings or your brain it’s about being haunted by this quote from margaret atwood for your entire life

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“Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.”

― Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride

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Man Ray

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« C’est cette lutte continuelle entre la sensation qu’il faut conserver telle qu’elle est, qu’il faut faire entrer dans les mots, des mots qui la figent, des mots qui la déforment, des mots qui la grossissent, c’est cette lutte continuelle entre la force du langage qui entraîne et détruit la sensation et la sensation qui, elle aussi, détruit le langage. Le langage doit survivre malgré la sensation qui passe à travers lui et qui le déforme, comme la sensation doit survivre malgré le langage qui la rend extérieure, belle, etc. Toute la littérature est impliquée là. » Nathalie Sarraute

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The making of Moonlight (2016) Photography: David Bornfriend

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The temples at Paestum in evening light, by 1860

Jules Coignet (1798–1860)

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OH MY GOD

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Hayden Scott ©

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She took a look at life, for she had a clear sense of it there, something real, something private, […] she was on one side, and life was on another, and she was always trying to get the better of it, as it was of her; […] but for the most part, oddly enough, she must admit that she felt this thing that she called life terrible, hostile, and quick to pounce on you if you gave it a chance.

Virginia Woolf, from “To The Lighthouse” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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The signs as the poetry of Sappho

Aries: "Of thunder, in my ears."

Taurus: "The greatest beauty earth can offer;"

Gemini: "—I have a childlike heart"

Cancer: “soft as she is”

Leo: "I desire and I crave."

Virgo: "—I conversed with you in a dream"

Libra: "the brightness and beauty of the sun."

Scorpio: "You burn me."

Sagittarius: "But all is to be dared,"

Capricorn: "bittersweet, undefeated creature–"

Aquarius: "Softer than rainfall at twilight,"

Pisces: "What means this passionate grief,—"

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Luisa Beccaria F/W16 RTW

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Fiona Apple 1996.

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"Les bonheurs futurs, comme les rivages des tropiques, projettent sur l'immensité qui les précède leurs mollesses natales, une brise parfumée, et l'on s'assoupit dans cet environnement, sans même s'inquiéter de l'horizon que l'on n'aperçoit pas."

Madame Bovary, Flaubert.

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I saw the inside of the Ritz for once