The clouds never expect it when it rains
But the sea changes color
But the sea does not change
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The clouds never expect it when it rains
But the sea changes color
But the sea does not change
“You’ve either got or you haven’t got style, and if you’ve got it you stand out a mile.” Frank Sinatra
https://www.instagram.com/p/BsNGbu4BK68/
REBLOG IF YOU'RE ENDING 1856 SINGLE
Of course I am, my boyfriend died trying to find the Northwest Passage.
Plato, tr. by W. R. Paton, from “Greek Anthology; Epigrams,” published c. 1918
PLATO SAID “LESBIAN RIGHTS!”
Victorian, Belle Époque, flapper kind of girl
Ladurée in Moscow
House of Tolerance, 2011
Veronica Lake
flowers at ikea 💞💕
Happy New Year! Photo credit: Nicole Jayne White (@njwhite)
Rita Hayworth in a publicity photo for Cover Girl (1944)
“I like the word ‘decadent,’ all shimmering with purple and gold … it throws out the brilliance of flames and the gleam of precious stones. It is made up of carnal spirit and unhappy flesh and of all the violent splendors of the Lower Empire; it conjures up the paint of the courtesans, the sports of the circus, the breath of the tamers of animals, the bounding of wild beasts, the collapse among the flames of races exhausted by the power of feeling, to the invading sound of enemy trumpets. The decadence is Sardanapalus lighting the fire in the midst of his women, it is Seneca declaiming poetry as he opens his veins, it is Petronius masking his agony with flowers.”
— Paul Verlaine (via violentcharity)
some friends n i headed out 2 missouri 4 the day, n on our way back we stopped by this place that was sooo aesthetic