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IT’S SPRINGTIME YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. PASS THE INSTRUCTIONS ON NOT GIVING UP BY ADA LIMÓN
IT’S THE GREENING OF THE TREES THAT REALLY GETS TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!
This 14th century door at Exeter Cathedral, UK, is thought to be the oldest existing cat flap.
A cat was paid a penny each week, to keep down the rats and mice in the north tower, and a cat flap was cut into the door below the astronomical clock to allow the cat to carry out its duties.
Records of payments were entered in the Cathedral archives from 1305 to 1467, the penny a week being enough to buy food to supplement a heavy diet of rodents.
See More: https://artifactsmuseumhistory.blogspot.com
One morning she visited him in a dream, from Anatole France's Thaïs by Frank C. Pape (1926)
Diana, The Huntress by Jules Joseph Lefebvre (19th Century)
Stunned! 1941. Source.
Diane sortant de son bain by Guillaume Dubufe (1893)
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REVISITING PRIDE & PREJUDICE: PART ONE ↠ Pride and Prejudice (1995)
The Heroines in L.M. Montgomery’s Books
Anne Shirley - daydreaming, spoken word poetry, childhood best friends, spring flowers, shades of green, enamel necklace, annotations on book margins, boat rides in the summer, pinky promises, pumpkins on October, academic rivals
Emily Byrd Starr - Jo March, windy afternoons, quill and ink, newspapers, purple opal, ink-stained fingernails, little elves in the garden, touch-me-not cottage, amateur poetry, leather-bound diaries, Swiss mountains, Edgar Allan Poe’s stories
Sara Stanley - the vibrant shade of red, boisterous laughters, childhood sweetheart, summer, pastries, golden afternoon, barefoot and grass blades, June weddings, stories told in the dark, sleepovers, bruises in knees, sketches of European cities, nostalgia
Jane Stuart - the moon, crisp salt air, bottles filled with seashells, newspaper clippings, old handwritten love letters, baking, summer holidays, Studio Ghibli films, staying at home, yellow summer flowers, a green thumb, a yearning for the sea, gloomy city rain
Valancy Stirling - roaring 20s, feet digging deep into snow, crackling fire in the fireplace, evenings spent with your lover, rebellion and rage, a string of pearls, wrapping Christmas presents with dainty bows, dinner parties with friends, iceskating, Persuasion by Jane Austen, isolation, streams of light penetrating through the trees,
Pat Gardiner - coming of age, vintage box filled with letters, spring fairies, a witch’s cove, aching pain for childhood, yellow summer dresses, baby’s laughter, dipping feet on streams, an old-fashioned kitchen, early heartbreaks, little stick houses, watercolor hues of blue and green
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Miura poses🐈⬛ Ink on xuan paper shikishi board. These illustrations are also featured in my Shikishi-zine, available at https://heikala.com/ ✨
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figure running from a falling mansion by john w. allison
Eight years, almost eight years had passed, since all had been given up. How absurd to be resuming the agitation which such an interval had banished into distance and indistinctness! What might not eight years do? Events of every description, changes, alienations, removals–all, all must be comprised in it, and oblivion of the past– how natural, how certain too! It included nearly a third part of her own life.
….The years which had destroyed her youth and bloom had only given him a more glowing, manly, open look, in no respect lessening his personal advantages. She had seen the same Frederick Wentworth.
Oh, you look like a Gibson Magazine cover. Perhaps some romantic artist will fall for you and ask to paint your picture. Oh, Miss Shirley, I’m going to wear my hair just like that when I turn 18.
How every Austen hero sucks at dating:
Darcy: basically tells his girl that he’s too good for her while proposing
Bingley: ghosts his true love for several months because his friend and sisters told him to
Knightley: scolds and argues with his girl constantly
Wentworth: revenge flirts with a random girl because he’s too dumb to see that he still loves his first girl
Edward: flirts with his girl when he’s already engaged to another girl
Brandon: falls in love at first sight and proceeds to basically never talk to his girl, just her sister
Edmund: thinks he loves a girl who is all wrong for him just because she’s hot, while ignoring the much better girl right under his nose
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