A Lady Called Zelda @zelda-s-fitzgerald - Tumblr Blog

inaloversquarrel

tenderlovingmuse

home of vanessa bell, english painter and sister of virginia woolf

clawmarks

Polychromatic decoration as applied to buildings in the mediæval styles - William Audsley - 1882 - via Internet Archive

random-brushstrokes

Sean Keating - The Window (1924)

thyme-in-a-bubble

shakespearesdaughters

thyme-in-a-bubble

#i want it to be spring so badly #but I am trying to enjoy what I have instead of rushing through #so lets keep romanticising winter

triflingthing

a few fave paintings @ the museum of fine arts in boston

spacejunksally

Laika cigarettes, USSR, 1958. // Olesya Turkina, Soviet Space Dogs. // Postage stamp, Socialist Republic of Romania, 1969 // Alex Wellerstein, Remembering Laika. // Postcard, USSR, 1957 // Postage stamp, Polish People’s Republic, 1957. // Patti White, Laika. // Matchbox, USSR, 1966.

luxe-pauvre

Bread fed the body, roses fed something subtler: not just hearts, but imaginations, psyches, senses, identities. It was a pretty slogan but a fierce argument that more than survival and bodily well-being were needed and were being demanded as a right. It was equally an argument against the idea that everything that human beings need can be reduced to quantifiable, tangible goods and conditions. Roses in these declarations stood for the way that human beings are complex, desires are irreducible, that what sustains us is often subtle and elusive.

Rebecca Solnit, Orwell’s Roses

#bread and roses

thatsbelievable

flowerytale

"I wish you joy" Jane Austen, from a letter to her brother Frank (26 July 1809)

trainstationgoodbye

The Holiday 2006 dir. Nancy Meyers Production Design by Jon Hutman

vio---let

When in Bath! A visit to Persephone Books of course! I got a copy of The Making of a Marchioness by Frances Hodgson-Burnett. It was the first book I locked eyes with, and the subject matter itself seems right up my alley. And then I opened the book and find that the special pattern for this particular novel is a bouquet of tulips, which happens to be my favorite. Meant to be, I say.