|bury me. in moss & clover|

But, which Ophelia?

[brandonlees]

I really felt quite distressed of not receiving an invitation.

SLEEPING BEAUTY 1959, dir. Clyde Geronimi, Eric Larson, Wolfgang Reitherman, Les Clark

[lapetitsyrene]

I should be allowed into every museum's archives actually

[weirdvintage]

“The Birthday Cake” by Harry Whittier Frees, 1914

(Source: Library of Congress)

[heaveninawildflower]

Botanical illustration (late 19th century). Artist unknown.

Watercolour on paper.

Image and text information courtesy Philadelphia Museum of Art.

[petaltexturedskies]

Sylvia Plath, in a letter to her mother Aurelia dated 18 October 1955, from Letters Home: Correspondence 1950-1963

[enchantedbook]

"Witch" by the Czech artist Jaroslav Panuška (c. 1898–1901).

[petaltexturedskies]

Louise Glück, from "The Reproach" in The Triumph of Achilles (originally published in 1985)

[mimibow11]

[angelbabymikaa]

happy pride everyone be gay do crime 🫶🏼

[peaceinthestorm]

Koichi Nabatame (b. 1933, Japanese) ~ Blooming in the Evening, n/d, ink and color on paper.

[Source: nihonbijutsuin.or.jp]

[longseasons]

there's so much love and hope stored in spring and summer its true

[7pleiades7]

Venus Verticordia, (detail), (1868), by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (English, 1828 – 1882), oil on canvas, 98.1 cm × 69.9 cm (38.6 in × 27.5 in), Russell Cotes Art Gallery & Museum, Bournemouth, England

[kosmogrl]

things that can kill you:

- the night before your birthday

- late summer evenings

- the way the sunlight hits the kitchen a certain way on a summer afternoon

[orpheuslament]

sorry for romanticising the mundane. i have little else

[unfunsized]

[looserdictionary]

to age is a gift

[dame-de-pique]

Margareta von Österreich-Toskana - Blaue Schwertlilie (Iris) im Schlosspark von Erzherzog Karl Stephan in Veli Lošinj, 25.04.1913

[petaltexturedskies]

Bright May shone unclouded over the bold hills and beautiful woodland out of doors. The garden, too, glowed with flowers: hollyhocks had sprung up tall as trees, lilies had opened, tulips and roses were in bloom;

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre