[donnainnominata]

And for the lady, perhaps divine intervention?

[lamignonette]

[faerie-tale-heart]

Miranda, Mermaid of Dartmouth - Elizabeth Hadley

[sun-death]

“[Simone Weil’s term “decreation” was never exactly defined or spelled, but here is how she describes its aim]: “To undo the creature in us.””

— Anne Carson, “Decreation: How Women Like Sappho, Marguerite Porete and Simone Weil Tell God", Decreation, p. 167 (via diviiicesspool)

[aphroditeurania22]

Figurine with “ephedrismos” representation.

This figurine depicts one of the most popular games in ancient Greece, so-called “ephedrismos”, a playground game that is known to this day as “long donkey”, which is similar to ‘leap frog’. The game was played as follows: participants placed a rock at a specific distance, which they tried to hit with a spherical object or another rock. The player to hit the target was the winner. The loser was forced to carry him on his back all the way to where the rock had been placed. Throughout the walk, the loser had to have his hands behind his back and the winner covered the loser’s eyes with his hands so he would not be able to see.

320~270 B.C

Archeological Museum of Corinth ~ Greece.

[ambroses]

“What witch, Andromeda, addled your wits? Some farm-girl with her faded calico Dragging in the dust. This season, Hemlines skim slim ankle-bones And we wear silk In the city.”

— Sappho, Fragment 57. Trans. Anita George (via aurorasdreamerie)

[berrytart]

the drunk walk home is the atheists pilgrimage

[recordplayerbabyyyy]

aumbry door, Begbroke church, 1500

[nuveau-deco]

Bat Belt Buckle. Designed by Ferdinand Erhart and made around 1908 in Paris. Medium is cast, chiseled and oxidised silver; dimensions: h. 6.7 cm x w. 13.2 cm x d. 3.2 cm. Musée d'Orsay inventory number: OAO 1334.

(Source: musee-orsay.fr)

[simplytolkien]

“‘I will be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.’”

— ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

[holybeings]

I love birds. Reasons for living. Little earth choir everyday are you kidding? Beautiful. Indebted and lucky for it.

[toomuchtimelost]

Vintage family portraits printed on feathers by Louise Richardson, 2017

[flores-et-dracones]

“One moment longer,“ whispered solitude and the summer moon, “stay with us: all is truly quiet now; for another quarter of an hour your presence will not be missed: the day’s heat and bustle have tired you; enjoy these precious minutes.”

— Charlotte Brontë, Villette

[believesinpatterns]

a woman holding her boob should be considered a neutral pensive gesture like when a man scratches his beard

[flowerytale]

Virginia Woolf, from The Waves

[nousrose]

You can only see in others what your nature allows you to see. The range of your vision depends on the extent of the personal development. The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic; I never generalize, intellectualize. I see, I hear, I feel. These are my primitive instruments of discovery.

The Diary of Anaïs Nin

Anaïs Nin

[donnainnominata]

Yes, that is one of the great drawbacks of books. They have a lifetime. They take up space on our walls for ever. They need dusting for ever. How many times, after all, is one going to read the same book through? Of all the books in your library how many have you read twice? Yet there they stand, unopened and, I am afraid, often undusted, month after month, year after year.

—Virginia Woolf, from Are Too Many Books Written and Published? (July 1927, the first of three recordings presented on the BBC)

[ordocarmelitarum]

Infirmary of the Carmel at Lisieux where Thérèse died on 30 September 1897