Henri Van Assche (1744-1841) "Portrait Of A Dog, Seated On A Red Cushion" (1801)

Our prayer to the goddess

“Perhaps many things inside you have been transformed; perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

i am nothing better than a monster. touch the locket and the argentine of fondness will kill me.

franz kafka // evelyn waugh // miles j. johnston // franz kafka // clarice lispector // charles baudelaire // albert camus // skip liepke // susan sontag // @anouri

Henri Martin, "Dans le Jardin", ca. 1900

Pirate’s Treasure by Tatyana Kupriyanova

Dante Meets Beatrice, 1898 by Henri-Jean Guillaume Martin (French, 1860–1943)

i flirt but in an autistic way. i'll ask about your interests and maybe try to engage in them. but i also do the same thing when making friends and only i know the difference

#if i had a nickel for every time my blorbo got slapped by a droid, i’d have two nickels. which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice

“There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why—when it did not seem worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation”

— Kate Chopin, The Awakening

Long time no see 🖖🏼