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were looking at metaphysical items on ebay

if we could all stop pretending we are whole, and instead embrace our constant becoming…

late 19th century perfume bottles

the friend you miss comes home for good. you never see another mirror. it's summer forever and that terrible thought you keep having finally disappears.

This is so cool- who wants to take tea at Beatrix Potter’s house? Just follow the Peter Rabbit sign.

Isn’t this beautiful? It remains pretty much unchanged.

The current gardeners follow the vegetable gardens described in her books. 

Here’s the dollhouse described in her 1904 book, The Tale of Two Bad Mice, in which some cute vermin bust into a doll house and smash every ceramic plate and pastry to bits.

Potter was simply enchanted by the idea of creating whimsy on a smaller scale. In one corner of the house you’ll spot a collection of thimble-sized pots.

A few original pages from her books are on display.

Plus, her writing desk.

Cozy fireplace.

Dining area- notice the little stuffed characters from her books, around.

Lovely table for tea. Could you imagine? 

And, her luxurious bedroom. Gorgeous place.

https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/features/visit-beatrix-potters-house

“What a generous thought. That you are already what you’ve always wanted to be, and all you have to do is let go of the parts that are keeping you from that. But letting go is so terribly hard. I admit I have tried everyday. All the time. I want to let go. It’s not that I’m still holding on– it’s holding on to me.”

— marsarchives (via wnq-writers)

“It’s not ‘natural’ to speak well, eloquently, in an interesting articulate way. People living in groups, families, communes say little–have few verbal means. Eloquence–thinking in words–is a byproduct of solitude, deracination, a heightened painful individuality.”

— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh (via the-book-diaries)

Sometimes I feel like a caretaker of a museum — a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I’m watching over it for no one but myself.

Haruki Murakami, Pinball, 1973 (via larmoyante)

life drawing; male nude in the studio of bonnat (1877), laurits regner tuxen / brideshead revisited (2008), dir. julian jarrold