The Bathing Pool, C. 1753. Hubert Robert

Men hate it when I trap them in an inescapable labyrinth

Virginia Woolf photographed by Gisèle Freund, 1939 / portrait of Virginia Woolf by Vanessa Bell, 1934

Dreamy guestroom in interior designer Howard Slatkin’s Fifth Avenue apartment [x]

The Secret Garden (1993)

Wake Up

A series of small gods of Spring waking up from their Winter Sleep

i feel like i made myself up

“The secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don’t deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don’t surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover’s skin. You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don’t. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won’t. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn’t. And yet you want to know again. That is their mystery and their magic.”

— Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things  (via antigonies)

*walks into an antique store* i'd like to see your most evil items, please

concept: we wake up one day and nature has grown decades overnight. we can’t remember where the roads used to be. in some places the trees are so tall and thick we can barely see sky. the grass hasn’t been mowed in years. how quiet everything is now