I don’t mention when I saw Newton Faulkner in 2009 enough… I had no zoom and was literally in touching distance because no one else there cared. :) coooooool.
Charles August Mengin
Sappho, 1877, oil on canvas, 230.7 × 151.1 cm, Manchester Art Gallery.
Sappho was a Greek poet who lived around 600 BC. She wrote about love, yearning and reflection, often dedicating her poems to the female pupils who studied with her on the island of Lesbos. Mengin has chosen to paint a legend narrating that Sappho killed herself by jumping off the Leucadian cliffs for unrequited love of Phaon, a ferryman. This legend is regarded as unhistorical by modern scholars, but it may have resulted in part from a desire to assert Sappho as heterosexual.
exact face I pull when mum says I can’t have a glass of milk
New babies to wear with new dress :)
love
(Source: elleshoel)
You have NO idea how much this is like my family. I swear’ Matilda’ was written about me and my family.
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via eyesaglow) (via buymeamustang)
Entering what is effectively solitary confinement for a while.
aka. my kitchen. No internet, not= signal, no life there. To do my painting, that is the worst thing I ever painted and finish ma books.
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