joie de vivre

Marina Tsvetaeva, tr. by Elaine Feinstein, from “Every Poem is a Child of Love”, Selected Poems

egirl... no ewife

love letters 💌

Angels at Dolce and Gabbana

“Sorceress In Her Study” by Victoria Poyser

Into the woods, Margot Wallard

Shirley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House was published sixty years ago today. The novel begins with one of the best openings I have ever read:

“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”

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The Dwellings by Ellie Davies

ex voto locket containing a miniature relic of saint mary.

Janet Hill

There’s no without. I’m not gone.

Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life

Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Kiki’s Delivery Service |  ‎魔女の宅急便 (1989) Spirited Away | ‎千と千尋の神隠し (2001) My Neighbor Totoro | となりのトトロ (1988)