Oh, my sweet, my own, eternally beloved . . . How I love you . . . 3 July 1926 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
Color Me Curious

oozey mess

@theartofmadeline
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RMH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Product Placement
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

if i look back, i am lost
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Fai_Ryy
occasionally subtle
Claire Keane
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
The Stonewall Inn
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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Oh, my sweet, my own, eternally beloved . . . How I love you . . . 3 July 1926 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
The rain has stopped. I love you. 3 July 1926 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
'Nereids Worshipping the Moon' by Moritz von Schwind, (1804-1871)
Marble bust of the god Dionysus. While most deities in the Hellenic pantheon have fixed iconographic representations (e.g. Zeus is always bearded, while Apollo never is), Dionysus is represented by a variety of iconographic types, ranging from a beardless, androgynous youth (as here) to a mature man with a heavy beard and bull's horns. This likely represents the god's fluid nature and frequent transgression of boundaries (including gender boundaries, as a male deity whose devotees were predominantly female).
This bust was executed by an unknown artist in the 2nd century AD/CE (Roman Imperial period) and was found at Knossos, Crete. It is now housed in the Archaeological Museum of Heraklion, Crete.
Photo credit: Zde/Wikimedia Commons/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International
I want to live in a home that feels like watching the sun set. Where yelling is out of joy and laughter and the sound of slamming doors is only a memory.
What a beautiful spring day, perfect for being a butch lesbian on low dose testosterone!!!!
I'm always saying this
I'm always saying this
Warren B. Davis - Dance of Three Muses
Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works of Virginia Woolf; "Orlando: A Biography,"
This is the sacred duck he got an important message:
offerings for lady hestia
a decorated letter
handmade bracelet from embroidery floss
baked goods
a playlist that always calms you down
a drawing of her
crochet/knitted orange/brown scarf
physical mood board - pictures, bows, tea bags
thrifted books and annotated books
“Solitude and its silence, was the song that taught me to stand in the storms that others fled, so that I could dance in the rain they only longed for.”
— wordsintheattic
Life is beautiful, but you don’t have a clue
invite lady hestia
for a cup of tea
on a thrifting adventure
to declutter and clean with you
for a coloring session
to make sweet snacks with you
to sing with you while you wash the dishes
to make a paper flower bouquet from old books
to try photography on a sunny day
to embroider an old t-shirt
for a bracelet-making session and make one for her
to play a board game with you
to paint candles with you
for a candle-gazing meditation
to spend a lazy morning with you
to help you pick a new book
Butch-Femme couple, circa 1950s, seen in Before Stonewall (1984).
Photographs of butchfemme lesbian life at Mona Sargent’s clubs and the exterior of Mona's 440 Club in San Francisco, circa 1950s