RIP Vivienne Westwood (8 April 1941 – 29 December 2022)
People will be like I love Greek mythology but I hate everything that involves incest, infidelity, violence, slavery, misogyny, undeserved suffering, questionable relationships, ethically dubious heroes and gods,and morality that is foreign to me.
If he did grant, wherefore then did he not foresee, Belike egal as it to him might be?
we argue in the kitchen, about whether to have children and about the world ending, and the scale of my ambition and how much is art really worth the very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most but you need your rotten heart your dazzling pain like diamond rings you need to go to war to find material to sing I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I need my golden crown of sorrow my bloody sword to swing my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king but a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape just when you think you have it figured out something new begins to take what strange claws are these scratching at my skin? I never knew my killer would be coming from within I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I need my golden crown of sorrow my bloody sword to swing I need my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology 'cause I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king ho ho-oh-hoo ho-ooh ho-oh-oh-oh I was never as good as I always thought I was but I knew how to dress it up I was never satisfied, it never let me go just dragged me by my hair and back on with the show
the blooming flowers
the flowers bloom and birds chirp, as they follow path of a girl on a stroll. the child skips and so do they, beloved by warmth, beloved by fae. the songs grow bright like the light of the stars, and flower bloom to give food and nectar. they flowers cover the palace and lock those who stop, for the virgin footholder has come back to shop.
you know it's critical when even the self proclaimed freaks are normies
btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.
midst the hearth (through the harshest winters and through kinder days, lay's the future of a grief that stays-) set in stone. (the intentions of a cruel world, for it intends to insinuate-) the ripeness of glory.
the world is an exceptionally cruel test by him, the all-gracious. to those, who bear such pain and to pass such test, is one who deserves to accompany his throne and no more. but to those who cannot bear such burden, know there is none that blame you.
In this strange world, one is at peace so the other can bathe in their own suffering, and one will receive award for bearing pain and other punished for enjoying their day. This is the story of a family filled of Lion Hunters, and from the scriptures of the last remaining daughter of Artos.
from @thewestwoodarchives on ig . “Wow! Footage of the iconic kiss!
I don’t remember seeing this before as 90s Vivienne Westwood can be hard to find sometimes but here is footage of the iconic kiss was between Denis Lewis and Susie Bick for Vivienne Westwood’s Autumn/Winter 1990 “Portrait” collection!
Thank you to @pechuga_vintage for finding this!”
I think this will forever be one of the most beautiful and heartwarming quotes I'll ever see. It not only captures Guinevere's genuine, unconditional love for Lancelot but knowing who Lancelot is and how he feels for her, this must've made his poor heart beat like a drum 😭 I'm so sappy when it comes to them. They're messy and complex but they're something so, so beautiful.