lesliaisonsdemarieantoinette:

LES LIAISONS DE MARIE ANTOINETTE | Palace of Versailles - Petit appartement de la Reine - The Cabinet Doré of Marie-Antoinette, with the desk made by Jean-Henri Riesener in 1783. Seats by Georges Jacob. | Myrabella, Wikipedia
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versaillesadness:

Esterhazy Palace, Hungary.
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emeriss:

missguidedpics:

MISSGUIDED AW14 - NEW CAN PLAY THAT GAME 

joanna is unreal
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"It doesn’t much matter what line of argument you take as a woman. If you venture into traditional male territory, the abuse comes anyway. It’s not what you say that prompts it—it’s the fact that you are saying it."
— Mary Beard, speaking at the British Museum in February. Rebecca Mead profiles the Cambridge academic and “troll slayer” in this week’s issue. (via newyorker)
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sickpage:


Nguan
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And then my boss said I look beautiful
So :~)

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One of the women I work with (she’s Russian) said I look really different today and I was like yeah I straightened my hair and then she was like and a little cosmetic surgery as well??

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szelence:


Claire Milbrath

remélem ma estém lesz
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bobbydoherty:

Candy for New York Magazine
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"

archive all of our memories like they matter,
like we mattered.
you and I both know the way a hurricane still destroys after
it is over.
you and I both know the way the phone rings when it isn’t ringing at all.

Tell me, do you remember?
do you remember the way my hands trembled?
do you remember the way my body slouched away from you when you
kissed me?
did it matter at all?

I took up painting after we parted and I don’t quite know how to tell you this,
but my self portrait looked like you
and I don’t know what this means,
but I know I will always be the one leaving from now on.

we can lose everyone in our lives and still relearn the way the bed feels…
cold.

If I cannot remember what my own hands feel like
what my hair smells like
what my eyes look like
how my thighs feel, clothed,
then who am I?
I was always yours.
I was always his.
I was always theirs.

I lost myself, but this time I am mine.

archive all of our memories like they matter,
like we mattered.
you and I both know the way a hurricane still destroys after
it is over.
you and I both know the way the phone rings when it isn’t ringing at all.

"
— Amanda Helm, Loss of You, Loss of Self  (via amandaspoetry)
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freshwash:

Fresh Patterns #28 - “Saved By the Bell”
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excdus:

Keith Sonnier
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