call me a mosquito girl because i suck

René Lalique - Art Nouveau Brooch

Ralph Brown, La Sposa 1999, Marble edition 3

Angel and Lion statue at Basilica di Santa Croce di Firenze

I know we don’t get happily ever afters in real life. I’m a hopeless romantic, not a total fucking idiot. As my friend, Russell, said to me once, “Even with the happiest couples, one of you dies first.” But first there is such unalloyed joy. We went to the supermarket yesterday and we were wandering around and, at one point, he took my hand, because that’s the kind of thing he does. And instantly, I got flustered. Residual anxiety. Remembrance of past battery. Enduring scars. Even though I know I’m hardly likely to get my head kicked in by the salad bar, PDAs can still make me nervous. And then he said, gentle as anything, and I’m not going to do the accent… “If there’s a gay kid in here with his folks, frightened that he’s a freak, don’t you think that it might give him hope, seeing two guys wandering around, being themselves, getting their groceries, like everyone else?” If happiness is a place… it’s the biscuit aisle in Sainsbury’s. And anywhere else I am with him.

Feathers

The Mary Frances cook book; or, Adventures among the kitchen people - 1912 - via Internet Archive

Kahn & Selesnick  

(C.B)(11.3.18)

Buttons on a wedding dress, 1857.

Wellcome Collection

The Lovers of Valdaro, discovered by archaeologists at a tomb in San Giorgio near Mantua, Italy. The couple have been holding one another for 6,000 years.

Automne nue (1897) by Emilé-René Ménard (French, 1862–1930).

1920s-1930s Czech perfume bottles.

Some pixel bugs.

i don’t know if this is a reference or something but this is so fucking funny i don’t even know what to tell you. absolute peak nonsense. i think you’re in a Huge amount of trouble but I don’t know how.

not a reference didn’t have wine so now one is sitting on the table full of grape juice

Secret poison case disguised as a book, 17th century