"The White Cat", from the classic French tale by Madame d’Aulnoy, first published in 1698.
Illustration by Jennie Harbour for My Favourite Book of Fairy Tales, 1921.

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"The White Cat", from the classic French tale by Madame d’Aulnoy, first published in 1698.
Illustration by Jennie Harbour for My Favourite Book of Fairy Tales, 1921.
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okay. so. I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind lately. And I have nowhere else to put all this down.
WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE EVEN DOING?!
Mother Gaia is hurting.
Our food supply is poisoning us all.
The sun is fake.
Data centers.
The whole fucking world is in flames.
The Rio Grande is completely dried up.
We are running out of water. They are monopolizing it.
Our wildlife, our ecosystems, all dying right in front of our faces.
We are all so fucked. And not enough people realize that. So we really are actually fucked. No one will wake up until it’s already too late.
The United States is a fucking joke. But. Duh.
Honestly we deserve to die out as a species. We don’t deserve this place.
I can no longer pretend everything is okay. I can no longer gaslight myself into believing things are going to work out. I just. Can’t. There’s too much. And no one cares.
The work you do in silence becomes the life you live out loud.
bouquets behind foggy glass is a photo style i will never get tired of
the worst part of "you'll understand when you're older" is that you really do understand when you're older
Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller written c. January 1933, featured in A Literate Passion
The Ossuary | Kostnice | 1970 | dir. Jan Švankmajer