I want to be famous, doing what? Everything! I will never be a poet, or a philosopher, or a scholar. I can only be a singer or painter. I want to be in vogue; that is the principal thing. Don’t shrug your shoulders, strict people, don’t criticize me with an affected indifference. You are just the same at the bottom. You are careful not to let it show. But that doesn’t keep you from finding, deep in yourselves, that I tell the truth. Vanity! Vanity! Vanity! The beginning and the end of everything, and the sole and eternal cause of everything. Whatever is not produced by vanity is born from our passions. Passions and vanity are the only masters of the world.
Marie Bashkirtseff, 5th April 1876 (via early20thcenturynerd)
if a boy doesn’t look a little bit slutty...if he doesn’t look a little bit like a harlot then i don’t want him
On saturday we went to the library and I got out a charming wee book for my little one called "1 is one". Now I am obsessing over the author, Tasha Tudor. Writer, illustrator, gardener and crafter, basically my ultimate goals 💛💛💛
“I lived in a house in Moscow once, where the beams and floorboards were made from an old ship’s timbers. When there was a storm at sea, the timbers used to creak and groan, even though the air around the house was quite still. The house was very old, and those timbers hadn’t been near the sea for a hundred years or more, but still they remembered. In their dreams they heard it sing.”
— Cynthia Harrod-Eagles, Anna (via countcracula)