Cleopatra died today in 30 BC. To honor her, I’m going to rock this same look (with that headdress, NO DOUBT), and just sassy wink all day.
Cleopatra died today in 30 BC. To honor her, I’m going to rock this same look (with that headdress, NO DOUBT), and just sassy wink all day.
Holy moly, have you read this poem?! “Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell” is probably the best poem I’ve read since “Sick” by Shel Silverstein. It makes me realize that A.) even though Kahlo didn’t actually write this letter, that B.) I don’t care. It’s still the most delicious thing lately.
you have an apartment just your size. a bathtub full of tea. a heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid.
I will definitely say that I’m going to be moving soon, and this aforementioned apartment isn’t nearly big enough.
This is easily the most beautiful Gauguin painting I have ever seen. And if you’ve read a thing on this, you know I hate…legit, hate Gauguin. But come on! The nonchalance of this diva on the left?! Girl, you are absolutely everything to me. Everything on Earth.
Rodin’s The Kiss was from his Gates of Hell, and shows Dante’s Inferno‘s Francesca getting serious with her husband’s younger brother Paolo. They were both killed by her husband.
Scholars point to the fact their lips don’t touch in the sculpture, suggesting they were killed before it ever happened, which, HELLO?! You might as well compare that to Claire Danes waking up to see baby Leo taking the poison in Romeo and Juliet!