a reformed princess

rivesveronique:

Muray-Fokine Dancers.Theatre Magazine   1926

vaader:

“It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there, not with those kind men in their nice suits, and that lovely smell of silver and alligator wallets. If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany’s, then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name.”

— Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

soothingheart:

pjo + the original trio

galadrils:

^{places: amsterdam, netherlands}

love:

“We’re on the same wavelength. We’re connected that way, even if I’m away from her.” ― Haruki Murakami. Drawing by Juan Osorno.

mashamorevna:

I have become something wonderful, she thought. I have become something terrible. 

Was she now a goddess or a monster? Perhaps neither. Perhaps both. 

(R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War)

mcavoy:

What’s the first thing an actor learns? ‘The show must go on!’ Come rain, come shine, come snow, come sleet, the show must go on!

SINGIN’ IN THE RAIN dir. Gene Kelly and Stanley Donen

thecollectibles:

Girl by Xi Zhang

aanathemaa:

or perhaps in slytherin, you’ll make your real friends. those cunning folk use any means, to achieve their ends.

raggedyman:

_{Snow was swirling against the icy windows once more; Christmas was approaching fast. Hagrid had already singlehandedly delivered the usual twelve Christmas trees to the Great Hall; garlands of holly and tinsel had been twisted around the banisters of the stairs; everlasting candles glowed from inside the helmets of suits of armour and great bunches of mistletoe had been hung at intervals along the corridors.}

futuremrslloyd:

I’m not enough, she thought. That was the terrible echo shouting up at her: Fraud, fraud, fraud. She got drunk and talked too much and danced on tables. She had a temper and a sharp tongue, and she often blurted out things she instantly regretted. Worst of all, she suspected that was who she truly was—not so much a bright young thing as a messy young thing.

kazualbrekker:

The water hears and understands. The ice does not forgive.

loumargi:

Joaquin Sorolla