There Is In Every One Of Us, Even Those Who Seem To Be Most Moderate, A Type Of Desire That Is Terrible,

what would scarlett do?

“Scarlett O’Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were. In her face were too sharply blended the delicate features of her mother, a Coast aristocrat of French descent, and the heavy ones of her florid Irish father. But it was an arresting face, pointed of chin, square of jaw. Her eyes were pale green without a touch of hazel, starred with briskly black lashes and slightly tilted at the ends. Above them, her thick black brows slanted upward, cutting a startling oblique line in her magnolia-white skin – that skin so prized by Southern women and so carefully guarded with bonnets, veils and mittens against hot Georgia suns.”

  Margaret Mitchell, Gone With The Wind

"all art is quite useless" -oscar wilde

Audrey Hepburn in Monet's garden, 1990, via

me after saying idc

happy valentine's day, also known as international “alex turner's love letter to alexa chung” day.

pero no podrán detener la primavera.

For I simply love that tinge of Boticellian pink, that raw rose about the lips, those wet matted eyelashes;... (Nabokov, Lolita) // detail from Boticelli's "spring"

Lana Del Rey - Ultraviolence (2014) CD lyric booklet

New York City ballet production of Midsummer Nights Dream

me if you even care

as a little girl my parents used to call me casper. self explanatory.

“She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you’ll know loss the rest of your life.”

— Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao