anyways here are beauty tips from a 2,000 year old Mediterranean funerary moasic:
rosewater on your face and neck each night
hair left in an up-do with only a slight face framing piece in a gentle curl
earth tone eyeshadow and kohl black eye liner to look sultry even in death
staining your lips a tender red with pomegranate seeds or kisses from a cherry
minimal gold embellishments and a sip or two of red wine to darken your cheeks when you smile in the dreamlike haze caused by Dionysus
oh nooooo i found a trunk full of old journals in the attic, hope i don’t accidentally uncover some forbidden knowledge not meant for mortal understanding haha ;)
before blaming others, think: whats the 1 constant in all your failed relationships? its that cursed egyptian amulet why do u even have that
The real glo up is when you stop waiting to turn into some perfect hypothetical version of yourself and consciously enjoy being who you are in the present moment.
“Sometimes in late summer I won’t touch anything, not the flowers, not the blackberries brimming in the thickets; I won’t drink from the pond; I won’t name the birds or the trees; I won’t whisper my own name. One morning the fox came down the hill, glittering and confident, and didn’t see me—and I thought: so this is the world. I’m not in it. It is beautiful.”
— Mary Oliver, October (excerpt)
Il bagno nel bosco (The bathroom in the woods) by Augusto Corelli (Italian painter, 1853-1918)
Shout out to the people who kissed the Poe statue at the Poe museum