i am so proud of you!!!! look at you go!!!! you’ve survived 100% of your bad days!!! you’re here!!!! your life is not over and you have so much to discover, to create and to experience!!!! i am so so proud of you, friend!!!! you’re doing much better than you know. i hope you remember that - and i hope you have people to remind you that you’re loved, wanted and cherished. regardless of where you are in life right now, you are so so worthy of so much!!! maybe you can’t see it, or maybe you don’t see it. but it gets better. it gets so much brighter and happier and lovelier than this!!! i love you.

Solonskaya Dasha

so pretty ✨🌹

Venice, The Rialto Bridge (detail), Carlo Grubacs (Italian, 1801–1878)

Fendi - Spring RTW 2021

Aurora and Cephalus (details) by François Boucher, 1769.

À bientôt (detail), Valentine Cameron Prinsep

They all came to Heliogabalus’ parties, the ancient equivalent of Conan Grey, a wicked party-animal and an angel with horns with a fine taste for flowers. Once a year he howled on top of his empire so everyone could hear: « Come and rejoice, my friends! It is the only week of the year where the beautifuls aren’t scorning the uglies, for all of you are covered with the finest rose petals! » Of course they all lacked the ability to take maniac selfies but Lawrence Alma-Tadema and Cole Thomas immortalized one of these feasts; they were two painters in love but who never dared in their lifetime tell each other for they were too afraid to be laughed at. Everyone would come a long way just to bathe in roses; some drowned in petals, drunk, sank there alone before they could make a new friend. Egor clearly had enough and asked for it all to stop, a protective hand above his hangover head on the 2nd day, feeling like someone took his soul away. Nerds, prom queens, geeks, ferret lovers, people who called themselves “normal”, all showed up and reunited in peace, days and nights, for this special week once a year. A real mood for many present-day citizens.

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Shuntarō Tanikawa, from Sonnet 62; The Penguin Book of Japanese Verse (ed. by Anthony Thwaite)