An old photo of a place called Hell’s Cafe in Paris, which has since shut down.
This home in Woodstock, New York, is like an enchanted witch’s house.
The entrance alone, is amazing.
In the large main room, there’s a huge stone fireplace, a table, and a swing.
There’s also a work area in the corner.
A family room with a children’s play area.
I’m guessing this is either a bedroom or a sitting room.
Hallway leading to the various levels.
Look at the kitchen.
Master bedroom with some fashionable wigs and beautiful vintage dressing table.
Cool bath- look at all the vintage fixtures.
Here’s a man cave workshop.
And, there’s a vintage car in the garage.
What a dreamy house.
https://www.locationdepartment.net/locations/3051
When we killed what we were to become what we are, what did we do with the bodies? We did what most people do; buried them under the floorboards and got used to the smell. I’ve lived my life like a serial killer; finish with one part, strangle it and move on to the next. Life in neat little boxes is life in neat little coffins, the dead bodies of the past laid out side by side. I am discovering, now, in the late afternoon of the day, that the dead still speak.
Jeanette Winterson, from “Gut Symmetries,” published c. 1998 (via violentwavesofemotion)