the annoying thing about adhd is that like, most of the symptoms you can’t even argue are “evolutionary flaws” or “chemical imbalances.” literally it’s just that it’s not good for lining somebody else’s pockets. being “distractible” helps people notice predators or juicy berries out of the corners of their eyes. hyperfocusing on a task until it’s done is literally exactly in line with what an alleged persistence predator would need to do to actually follow through on hunting other animals. there’s so many little things that are obviously beneficial to have outside of a fucking factory assembly line
This is so cool- who wants to take tea at Beatrix Potter’s house? Just follow the Peter Rabbit sign.
Isn’t this beautiful? It remains pretty much unchanged.
The current gardeners follow the vegetable gardens described in her books.
Here’s the dollhouse described in her 1904 book, The Tale of Two Bad Mice, in which some cute vermin bust into a doll house and smash every ceramic plate and pastry to bits.
Potter was simply enchanted by the idea of creating whimsy on a smaller scale. In one corner of the house you’ll spot a collection of thimble-sized pots.
A few original pages from her books are on display.
Plus, her writing desk.
Cozy fireplace.
Dining area- notice the little stuffed characters from her books, around.
Lovely table for tea. Could you imagine?
And, her luxurious bedroom. Gorgeous place.
https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/features/visit-beatrix-potters-house
sometimes I think about the sculptors hands that moulded and formed the statues and then I touch the cold stone and I feel our hands meet through time and space
Keepers of private notebooks are a different breed altogether, lonely and resistant rearrangers of things, anxious malcontents, children afflicted apparently at birth with some presentiment of loss.
Joan Didion (via mythologyofblue)
“Goethe has said, that in youth we cannot be happy unless we love. I did not love; but I was devoured by a restless wish to be something to others.”
— Mary Shelley, from The Last Man.
you wear an ancestor's face. you look like a woman you'll never meet. in that mirror, there's thousands of you. and in the bath, when you look down, she looks back, shaking and deforming in the ripples as she lies beneath the surface.