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Les Nymphéas, Claude Monet, oil on canvas, 1904.
Baya Mahieddine “Femmes et orangers fond blanc (Women and orange trees on a white background)” (1947)
Tropea (Calabria, Italy)
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“I am no man.”
Me after Suburra s3 finale
Lolita Lempicka RTW FW 1999
elie saab | fall 2020
Nancy Spero. Artemis, Goddess and Centaur, 1983.
hand-printing on paper
bought a jewelry dish just for my prized posession
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“Lord Byron gets up at two. I get up, quite contrary to my usual custom … at 12. After breakfast we sit talking till six. From six to eight we gallop through the pine forest which divide Ravenna from the sea; we then come home and dine, and sit up gossiping till six in the morning. I don’t suppose this will kill me in a week or fortnight, but I shall not try it longer. Lord B.’s establishment consists, besides servants, of ten horses, eight enormous dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow, and a falcon; and all these, except the horses, walk about the house, which every now and then resounds with their unarbitrated quarrels, as if they were the masters of it… . [P.S.] I find that my enumeration of the animals in this Circean Palace was defective … . I have just met on the grand staircase five peacocks, two guinea hens, and an Egyptian crane. I wonder who all these animals were before they were changed into these shapes.”
— Percy Bysshe Shelley on the lifestyle of Lord Byron (via timemarauder)
#i am glad history has produced at least two people whose shit was even less together than mine