Brooch
c. 1832
Gold, enamel, hair
Albany Institute of History & Art
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@theartofmadeline

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Origami Around
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
trying on a metaphor
Cosimo Galluzzi

#extradirty
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@sicoculos
Brooch
c. 1832
Gold, enamel, hair
Albany Institute of History & Art
i don't consider myself much of a shipper but everytime i am reminded of armand and Daniel i just. it's so funny. i am 500+ years old. you are a terminally ill 70 y/o human journalist who i psychologically tortured and kept in my flat for a week in the seventies. i might be your wife. i define myself exclusively on others. will you be my nepo fledgling. ignore the fact that i said i would never make one. i'm making people walk into traffic. let's make a vlog together
Gustav Klimt, Death and Life (1915)
inaugural post
they're executing the count from sesame street for violating the masquerade
fiction can be really dangerous there might be a deeply tragic woman in there who starts living in your head forever
girl with ptsd voice: hey, so something really bad is gonna happen, right? you guys are picking up on that too, yeah? The other shoe is about to drop, I just know it.
Late night washing off the death smell
becoming slightly insane about Armand was not on my bingo list for 2026
there are few experiences more disappointing and embarrassing to be had than when you manage to convince yourself that something was loaded with erotic subtext and feel like the most intelligent sensitive pervert on earth, only to realise that was only the case because you misread or misunderstood an essential element of context which completely transforms if not outright removes any hint of eroticism
ohhhh okay so i just straight up hallucinated it like a desert mirage. i AM too horny and it IS making me stupid. the 1890s called; there's someone named sigmund freud on the phone who'd like to talk to you about these dreams you've been having.
blogging sometimes tbqh