pretty as a rosebud.

pretty as her mother? aesthetic sideblog for cannotfly. don't reblog.

[lovecrumbss]

Serge Marshennikov - details

[seravph]

I think one of the reasons why I love Fantine so much is that in canon she's not this sweet soft damsel in distress once she becomes impoverished. She gets tactful, mean, hardened, angry, but she still retains this overwhelming love for Cosette. Theres this almost disturbing change of character she has once she loses her job at the factory. She sells her teeth and hopeless and furious, she hysterically laughs at the 40 francs she recieved for it. She spits on Valjean. "She took a lover, a man she did not know, out of bravado, a fury in her heart." She is angry at the world and her only solace is Cosette. idk I just. "Tell Cosette i love her and ill see her when I wake" :(

[derwandelndegeist-deactivated20]

Isolda Dychauk as Marguerite, Faust (2011)

[honey-fire]

My dad was eating pistachios so I reached my hand out and he just started peeling them and giving them to me. Then suddenly went "I really hope you find someone who loves you a lot" and I went "enough to peel my pistachios for me?" And he laughed and said "yeah exactly" before carrying on giving me more

[ravenclairee]

Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

OLIVIA HUSSEY in ROMEO AND JULIET (1968), dir. Franco Zeffirelli

[clementinevonradics]

“You are a church of broken glass and hallelujahs. You are haunted like every other holy thing. What tried to destroy you didn’t have the strength. Still you stand. Sturdy and smelling of smoke.”

— Little Bird, Clementine von Radics

[johannabrker]

canon, fogg's, post canon, modern

[johannabrker]

canon vs. modern

[johannabrker]

farewell! farewell, johanna. my dear daughter whom i have not seen these many years. whose childish laughter i still hear when sleep doth cloy my brain. so gay, so young as i remember her. whose innocent tears did make her eyes blue pools whose deeps uncharted hid what wonders none might guess at. the blood pounds in my brain and hurts my eyes. what would she say now to know her father was a murderer? she must never know, never behold my face. yet i must see her once 'ere she departs. i must. i must. yes, i'll have him bring her here that i may once again behold her face. it is impossible that she should remember me. the beadle coming here---hm, that's good. for i'll dispose of him some way. johanna safe, good, good. then all that's left is that same judge whom i so foolishly let slip.

sacrificial lamb. ( h.ozier, eat y.our young; josé s.aramago, cain; behind the scenes of sw.eeney t.odd's west e.nd transfer; j.osefa de a.yala, the s.acrificial lamb; s.weeney t.odd: the de.mon b.arber of f.leet street, dir. t.im b.urton; c.hristopher bond, s.weeney t.odd: the de.mon b.arber of f.leet street )

[johannabrker]

B.ARBIE MOVIE AESTHETICS.

repost  /  don’t  reblog  .  bold  what  applies  .

B.ARBIE IN THE NUTCRACKER.  freshly fallen snow, the sound of sleigh bells, a lengthy look at the one you love, the sound of a crackling fire, the smell of peppermint, half-eaten gingerbread cookies, bows in your hair, the strum of a harp, gold jewelry, clouds above a stormy sea, the conscious effort to believe in yourself, lace dresses, a sun dappled orchard, speaking from the heart, “you were the one i was looking for all along,” the cold winter wind, cheek kisses, bright blue eyes

B.ARBIE AS R.APUNZEL.  golden hair, smeared paint on your fingers and clothes, marble staircases, dense forests with no path in sight, intricate braids, hedge mazes, grand parties, dazzling dresses, generational trauma, pink lipstick, the shiver of wind chimes, flowers in your hair, stepping outside your comfort zone, the tedium of chores, following your heart, love at first sight, the roar of a cascading waterfall, strong arms around your waist, dark secrets, “no more hatred”

B.ARBIE OF S.WAN LAKE.  the familiarity of your favorite constellation in the night sky, the flutter of wings, freshly baked bread, dancing alone in your room, chocolate chip cookies, a babbling brook and the stones you use to cross it, running with the wind in your hair, sparkling jewels, an enchanted forest, dusty stacks of books, sibling rivalries, moonlit walks by the lake, the innocence of true love, painful deception, laced fingers, “it’s you i love”

B.ARBIE AS THE PRIN.CESS AND THE PAUPER.  spun gold, a purring cat in your lap, the sacrifices your parents made for you, the prick of a sewing needle, “what would it be like to be free?”, dark caves, starry skies above, falling in love with your best friend, crowded markets, horse drawn carriages, fresh air, a hand held out to guide you, pretending to be something you’re not, breakfast in bed, bubble baths, narrow passageways, diamond rings, cold jail cells, lengthy hugs, promises you can keep

[armitageshux]

[araekniarchive]

eve, after the fall (auguste rodin; bronze, 1883)

Mark Twain, The Diaries of Adam and Eve // Hozier, From Eden // Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber // Frank Bidart, The War of Vaslav Nijinsky // Eagles, The Last Resort // Anne Sexton, Words for Dr. Y

[johannabrker]

jayne w.iesener via instagram.

[hollandershane]

(insp)

[timotaychalamet]

Before Sunrise (1995) dir. Richard Linklater

[fairytalesques]

“you’re in love with a boy who is a prayer on your lips with no god to go to. he’s bleeding sunlight and you’re trying to patch up the holes in his heart with trembling fingers and the blood keeps spilling. you’re in love with him, here’s the best part: he loves you more than his own life. he’s golden as they come but he’s bleeding out. one day, someone will strike a match on him and he’ll explode. so, here’s the worst part: he loves you so much more than his own life.”

— sunlit lovers | m.j.

[humanizationofit-deactivated202]

This is me btw