Have you seen the cost of fabulous these days?

No dog’s better than dad.

The main thing you can change is how you perceive yourself. Stop looking in the mirror and realize that you’re living for yourself, not other people… I have belly fat like everybody else, and I don’t want to be airbrushed on the cover of a magazine. I don’t want someone to swap out my stomach with a supermodel. I don’t want dirty old men looking at me in my underwear.

Toilette en surah mauve et satin merveilleux blanc. — Jupe courte en satin blanc à tablier garni de cing volants coulissés deux fois sous deux rangs de perles lilas. Un sixième volant, plus haut, est coulissé sept fois avec sept rangs de perles. Corsage mauve à devant blanc coulissé très serré formant pointe du bas; le haut est une guimpe en linon; la tunique est rapportée au corsage et froncée à la taille, drapé derrière; elle est encadrée, ainsi que le corsage, d'une haute dentelle blanche retournée à plat. Manches au coude, à volant de satin plissé, gants de Saxe longs, sans boutons.

more warm-up paints from the past week! 🍃 featuring a special guest!

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LAUREN BACALL in THE BIG SLEEP (1946) dir. Howard Hawks

thursday warning: thursday has arrived

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when you're feeling insecure about your limb difference, but your cool alien teacher has the same one, so it's actually awesome

“"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrariwise, what it is, it wouldn’t be, and what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?”

🌼All in the Golden Afternoon🌼

This dress can be found in: Wien Museum

I will tell of Dionysus, the son of glorious Semele, how he appeared on a jutting headland by the shore of the fruitless sea, seeming like a stripling in the first flush of manhood: his rich, dark hair was waving about him, and on his strong shoulders he wore a purple robe. Presently there came swiftly over the sparkling sea Tyrsenian pirates on a well-decked ship — a miserable doom led them on. When they saw him they made signs to one another and sprang out quickly, and seizing him straightway, put him on board their ship exultingly; for they thought him the son of heaven-nurtured kings. They sought to bind him with rude bonds, but the bonds would not hold him, and the withes fell far away from his hands and feet: and he sat with a smile in his dark eyes. - Homeric Hymn to Dionysus