happy birthday to moi for 1st of june, made this beautiful audrey inspired skirt and pinned this feminine rose brooch

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happy birthday to moi for 1st of june, made this beautiful audrey inspired skirt and pinned this feminine rose brooch
I have led a toothless life, he thought. A toothless life. I have never bitten into anything. I was waiting. I was reserving myself for later on - and I have just noticed that my teeth have gone.
The Age of Reason, Jean-Paul Sartre, 1945
illustrations by alexander liezen mayer, from johann wolfgang von goethe's "faust: a tragedy."
wishing you a safe return back to yourself
that coffee and pastry will save your life btw
Bastille Lovers, Paris 1957Â
by Willy Ronis
âI wish that life should not be cheap, but sacred. I wish the days to be as centuries, loaded, fragrant.â
â Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Conduct of Life
âA field of cottonâ as if the moon had flowered.â
â BashĆ, from The Essential Haiku: Versions of BashĆ , Buson & Issa (ed. and trans. Robert Hass)
...
Roe deer/rÄdjur. VÀrmland, Sweden (March 29, 2023).
Give me that dark moment. I will carry it everywhere like a mouthful of rain.
Mary Oliver, from Pen and Paper and a Breath of Air
âMy only pleasure was to swim under water with my eyes open, and my hair floating.â
â AnaĂŻs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947
*lowers my lace parasol to reveal the hidden business end of a victorian-era shotgun barrel where the ferrule should be* *winks*
âWhere are you now? How are the nymphs? I suppose they have led you a fine dance.â
â Â John Keats, from a letter to Leigh Hunt written c. May 1817
Nina Brosh By Perry Ogden For Harpers and Queen May 1994