georginakincaid:

greek mythology/myth picspam series » medusa

“No man who beheld her could not fall; she had eyes of diamond and silken hair. Such a beauty was consumed inside, the fire of pride burned in her heart. That fire so many led to ruin, ended by being the cause of her disgrace. Medusa dared to compare herself to the golden armed daughter of Zeus, an affront the goddess could not bear. A revenge so cruel made her who was once by all loved and admired become a monster feared by the whole mankind. Medusa’s beautiful hair turned to a tangle of poisonous snakes, horrible scales covered her skin. Her eyes grew cold, her gaze as sharp as wind in a winter night, could chill the blood in the bravest heart. Turning into stone whoever dared into those hollow eyes to stare.”

georginakincaid:

greek mythology/myth picspam series » medusa

No man who beheld her could not fall; she had eyes of diamond and silken hair. Such a beauty was consumed inside, the fire of pride burned in her heart. That fire so many led to ruin, ended by being the cause of her disgrace. Medusa dared to compare herself to the golden armed daughter of Zeus, an affront the goddess could not bear. A revenge so cruel made her who was once by all loved and admired become a monster feared by the whole mankind. Medusa’s beautiful hair turned to a tangle of poisonous snakes, horrible scales covered her skin. Her eyes grew cold, her gaze as sharp as wind in a winter night, could chill the blood in the bravest heart. Turning into stone whoever dared into those hollow eyes to stare.”

"If Candlemas Day is fair and bright
winter will take another fight.
If Candlemas Day bring storm and rain
winter is gone and will not come again."
— Albert Lee’s Weather Wisdom (via of-the-eucalypts)
opaqueglitter:

Kamila Filipcikova Poses for Elle Czech February 2013 by Branislav Simoncik

opaqueglitter:

Kamila Filipcikova Poses for Elle Czech February 2013 by Branislav Simoncik

theoddmentemporium:

Fanny and Stella

When two glamorous women departed The Strand Theatre in London on 28 April 1870 after a show, passers-by were startled to see them being arrested by police officers. The women, who had been flirting openly with male members of the audience all evening, had also, unbeknown to them, been the object of the officers’ attention throughout the play. Producing a warrant card and apprehending the ladies, the arresting officer said: ’I’m a police officer from Bow Street, and I have every reason to believe that you are men in female attire and you will have to come to Bow Street with me now.’ The officer was correct in his belief. The ‘women’ were Fanny and Stella, a pair of middle-class gentlemen with a predilection for cross-dressing - and their subsequent court trial for being transvestites scandalised Victorian England.

Fanny and Stella’s real names were Frederick Park, 22, and Ernest Boulton, 21. And on the night in question they were charged with both having sex with each other and also with several counts of conspiracy. It even emerged police had had their ‘dressing-up flat’ under surveillance for a year - and that the home secretary himself was encouraging the attorney general to prosecute.

The day after their arrest, Fanny and Stella arrived sensationally at Bow Street magistrates court where nearly 1,000 people gathered to watch them be taken inside. The two men spent four months in jail awaiting trial, and if convicted, their sentence would be between 10 years and life in prison. But because of a very weak prosecution case - and the fact that the two men were charged with conspiracy with six others who had, between them, fled, died or didn’t even know each other - the trial failed and the men were acquired. Boulton’s mother Mary Ann had, crucially, testified to say that it was no secret his son’s nickname was Stella and that he enjoyed dressing as a woman - which made the case look more silly than sordid and sinister.

prettyworld:

Who doesn’t love a cat with a bow on it’s head!?

prettyworld:

Who doesn’t love a cat with a bow on it’s head!?

"I often feel like I want to think something but I can’t find the language that coincides with the thought, so it remains felt, not thought. Sometimes I feel like I’m thinking in Swedish without knowing Swedish."
— Someday This Pain Will Be Useful To You (Peter Cameron)
Track Title: Don't You Forget

Artist: Era

Album: The Mass

Don’t you forget - Era (Lyrics) :

– Mum’s sick. She says she can’t get up. My little brother’s getting hungry. I must go to the village to ask for some food. Would you help me?
– Sure, Connie, I’ll help you.
– I always feel good when you’re with me.
– You’re my friend, Connie.
– Are you always gonna be there when I grow up? Are you?
– Cross my heart.

Don’t you forget about me?
Don’t you forget about me?
We were soft and young
In a world of innocence

Don’t you forget about me?
Don’t you forget all our dreams?
Now you’ve gone away
Only emptiness remains

thewicked-eternity
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