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1925 illustration by Anne Rochester

From The Girl’s Own paper And Woman’s Magazine

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Drei weisse Schwäne auf Weiher, c.1939

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Audrey Hepburn at home in La Paisible, 1967. Photography by Mel Ferrer

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When she does not find love, she may find poetry. Because she does not act, she observes, she feels, she records; a color, a smile awakens profound echoes within her; her destiny is outside her, scattered in cities already built, on the faces of men already marked by life, she makes contact, she relishes with passion and yet in a manner more detached, more free, than that of a young man. Being poorly integrated in the universe of humanity and hardly able to adapt herself therein, she, like the child, is able to see it objectively; instead of being interested solely in her grasp on things, she looks for their significance; she catches their special outlines, their unexpected metamorphoses. She rarely feels a bold creativeness, and usually she lacks the technique of self-expression; but in her conversation, her letters, her literary essays, her sketches, she manifests an original sensitivity. The young girl throws herself into things with ardor, because she is not yet deprived of her transcendence; and the fact that she accomplishes nothing, that she is nothing, will make her impulses only the more passionate. Empty and unlimited, she seeks from within her nothingness to attain All.

Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex

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Young man is waiting for his girl Kharkiv, Ukraine, 1993 by Josef Koudelka

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Delphin Enjolras (French, 1865-1945)

La Connaisseuse

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perfumes mentioned in Anaïs Nin’s Henry and June

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“I draw roses. What if I do nothing but draw roses? Why not? Maybe at the end one of them will start talking to me. Will tell me unheard, undreamed stories, like how it feels to be under rains, to grow up in a garden, to be face to face with the sky, to have thorns and unbearably beautiful scents, to be strong and short lived, to come through life without making a fuss about it? What if a rose bush walked toward me and took me into its affection?”

— Etel Adnan, Journey to Mount Tamalpais

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.

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this for real fucking works

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The Aristocrat, 1936 by Agnes Tait, 1894-1981

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Elle s'est endormie un soir, croisant ses bras, / Ses bras souples et blancs sur sa poitrine frêle, / Et fermant pour toujours ses yeux clairs, déjà las / De regarder ce monde, exil trop lourd pour elle. // Elle vivait de fleurs, de rêves, d'idéal (...)

Charles Cros, Le coffret de Santal, réédité aux frais de Renée Vivien en 1903.