Actually, Life Is Beautiful And I Have Time

Pistol compact with powder, rouge, and bullet-shaped lipstick, Circa 1920.

Clarion-Ledger, Jackson, Mississippi, May 16, 1939

“I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.”

[ding dong, ding dong]

Hello, sir and/or madam! Have you heard the good news?

I think we have to do forbidden things- otherwise we suffocate. But without feeling guilty and instead as an announcement that we are free.

(via amargedom)

Heart Picnic Basket

When we killed what we were to become what we are, what did we do with the bodies? We did what most people do; buried them under the floorboards and got used to the smell. I’ve lived my life like a serial killer; finish with one part, strangle it and move on to the next. Life in neat little boxes is life in neat little coffins, the dead bodies of the past laid out side by side. I am discovering, now, in the late afternoon of the day, that the dead still speak.

Jeanette Winterson, from “Gut Symmetries,” published c. 1998 (via violentwavesofemotion)

in this house we do grandma activities

Percy Shelley memorial at Oxford to depict his body washed up on the shore after drowning. Percy attended Oxford for a short time and was later expelled for writing The Necessity of Atheism.