you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way
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you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way
July Rose Jewelry
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The most beautiful journal charm.
the virgins rose tiny hair barrette
Zana Bayne - Rose Choker - $250.00
Dress
c. 1810-1820
Wadsworth Atheneum Museum
“She was all in pink, and a wreath of little pink wild roses lay close about her head, making her, with her tall young slimness, look like a Botticelli nymph.”
— Frances Hodgson Burnett, describing my spring/summer aesthetic in The Making of a Marchioness. (via ablogwithaview)
Actress and pin-up model Vikki Dougan
Ralph Crane, Life, 1957
Roman Holiday nightgown
Actress Audrey Hepburn, 1953
I love when I remember my life can be as beautiful as I want it to be…
alexa demie’s makeup as maddy perez in euphoria season 3
“her favorite" by nikolai bodarevsky
A Christian Dior couture by Marc Bohan debutante gown
c. 1964
Kerry Taylor Auctions
June 2, 1924 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]
“She was sweeter than red figs.”
— Amy Lowell, from Poems; “Witch-Woman,” written c. November 1919 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Lavinia Dickinson written c. march 1862