Leopold And Hulda Von Sacher-Masoch (bottom Right) With Amateur Actors At The "witch Tower" In Their

I found this short story by Sacher-Masoch. This is the ukranian translation, but I read it by translating it again with google translate. It's one of the silly goofy ones

My entire childhood I didn't understand why do people put eye color in the description of other people, or as one of the main attributes of a missing person. Because I thought "Who even notices this? Eyes are too tiny to be paid that much attention to." Fast forward some years later I find out people DO just casually look into everybody's eyes long enough to notice and remember this detail and I'm the autistic odd one who is distracted by the moving mouth. Still funny to think about.

All my attempts at re-reading Venus in Furs are spoiled by me immediately starting to cry

this year i was a top 0.0001% listener of Women.

Ok so I was in the uni city for 2 days to carry some more stuff there and to acquaint myself with the environment and while there I bought pralines for my friend to cheer him up because he's going through a tough time plus we probably won't see eachother for a long time. But I knew my parents would see the box so I bought them both some smaller boxes so that they (mother) wouldn't be irritated. I got a bar of chocolate for free with the purchase and mother was like "you can eat it so you can keep having acne"😃 I should have been a bitch and not buy them anything, especially that expensive but see, being away from them was pretty beneficial to my mental health and I lost my grumpiness while away so...

Leo Ritter von-Sacher Masoch

Testing tumblr functions with pictures I took yesterday at a gallery

1. Lorenzo Lippi - The Patron of Twinks

2. Big big shoutout to Ladislav Mednyánszky he is my new favourite painter

3. Crucified Narcissus by Ladislav Čarný is so me

4. This random lady is so cool (Clara Ward, Princess de Caraman-Chimay photographed by Károly Divald)

5. Saint Catherine by Simon Vouet. Just look at her. Perfection. (Of course it looked better irl and my cheap phone camera doesn't do it justice)

my blog is an inconsistent piece of shit but at least i have fun

The worst part about reading Kafka is when I put the book down but those feelings don't disappear. Cause that's just life.