Dance of Salomé by Leopold Schmutzler
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Dance of Salomé by Leopold Schmutzler
Your daily reminder that everything holds only the meaning you give it.
“A winter sky, a soft warmish December sky whose tender ash grey makes of the rose with its rotting shades a transparent flower of amber.”
— Jean Lorrain, from Selected Poems; “Dropping Petals,” written c. 1889 (via violentwavesofemotion)
— Aphrodite is iridescence, like the shimmer of pearls and seashells, like glittering jewels in the sea
botanical books 🌷🌸
— Uma Thurman (via lunamonchtuna)
All I have are these cute boobs and a beautiful book collection
body neutrality will always be more important than body positivity. you don't need to expand your definition of beauty to include yourself. you have a nose for breathing, legs for walking, and eyes for seeing. you don't owe "beauty" to anyone. learn to be comfortable in your body without having to be seen as 'attractive". confidence does not mean attractiveness
when I make a small frivolous impulse purchase that is gollum winning the argument
Black Friday is such a joke nowadays. “Don’t miss out on 30% off” don’t piss me the fuck off. People used to hit each other over the head for a microwave that’s how low the prices were. People literally died. We used to be a country
wanted it too badly award
Charles Baudelaire, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Charles Baudelaire