have to thank tumblr for romanticizing absolutely everything. i'll be washing dishes and peeling oranges thinking of love languages its insane
visit the beach, strolling along the sand with a battered paperback in your hands
like a page in your scrapbook with ribbons, beautiful calligraphy and moments that make you smile
write poetry about somebody you've never met before
learn how to perfectly make your favourite drink, practise until you couldn't possibly make it better
write as many letters as you can - to your past self, future self, future friends or lovers - whoever you like
learn phrases that you think are beautiful in another language, even if you don't learn the whole language
overanalyse every book you read, or, only read it once! allow it to hold on to your heart rather than your head
make art with no thought to it, bold strokes, soft pencil marks, whatever speaks to you
dance around your room alone to slow songs and realise you are truly lovely, my dear
it’s a very greek idea, and a very profound one.
The Louvre
Paris, France
(Prints on Redbubble)
“you will always be fond of me. i represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.” ― the picture of dorian gray (oscar wilde)
Blindman’s Buff, ca. 1775 – 80. Jean-Honoré Fragonard
if the weather of the last days had an aesthetic
"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all."
-Oscar Wilde
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By Kawanabe Kyōsai (Japanese, 1831-1889)
I'm once again fighting the urge to fake my death and move to a small city and open a little florist shop or cafe filled with books