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To all the girls with high standards, don’t lower them in 2018

When we un-packed it, the Paris curator was embarrassed to discover lipstick marks on its cheek: someone in the Louvre had played at being Pygmalion—or Hadrian—and kissed it. And who could blame them? Up on a pedestal, center stage, the effect of its beauty was jaw-dropping.

theforcesource

She was very beautiful. Kind, but sad.

innerpeaceonly

I got my heart broken and I survived, I failed 3 courses in university and graduated, I got rejected in the very first job I applied for and got promoted yesterday, I went through hard times with my family but then two years later, we laughed our hearts out over lunch, The closest friends disappointed me several times but I made new friends and loved them with all my heart. I did it once, I can do it again.

katiemcgrath

‘Wouldn’t it be wonderful if all our letters could be published in the future in a more enlightened time. Then all the world could see how in love we are,’

While on military training during World War Two, Gilbert Bradley was in love. He exchanged hundreds of letters with his sweetheart - who merely signed with the initial “G”. But more than 70 years later, it was discovered that G stood for Gordon Bowsher, and Gilbert had been in love with a man.

In one letter Mr Bowsher urges his lover to “do one thing for me in deadly seriousness. I want all my letters destroyed. Please, darling, do this for me. Til then and forever I worship you.”

At one point, Mr Bradley was sent to Scotland on a mission to defend the Forth Bridge. He met and fell in love with two other men. Rather surprisingly, he wrote and told Mr Bowsher all about his romances north of the border. Perhaps even more surprisingly, Mr Bowsher took it all in his stride, writing that he “understood why they fell in love with you. After all, so did I”.

Although the couple wrote throughout the war, the letters stopped in 1945. [BBC, 2017]

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Paolo Sebastian ss18 couture

chessys

the worst sound in the world is a man giving their opinion on a woman’s appearance

annesidora

William-Adolphe Bouguereau: L’Aurore of 1881

keptyn

lost in sofia // a collection of songs from sofia coppola film soundtracks (listen here)

perksofbeingafanboy

Who you gonna call?

harry: *is still alive*

voldemort: *looks into the camera like he's on the office*

angelaspicaa

I’m rewatching Silence of the Lambs and all I can think the entire time is how the only man who didnt treat Clarice Starling like a piece of meat was a fucking cannibal.