A Midsummer Night’s Dream By Anastasia Shutova

Holbein’s Anne of Cleves has been restored!

the amount of racism with these olympics is just deeply disheartening. i stand with jordan chiles, imane khelif, and other folks that’s been affected, they should’ve been able to just do their thing and not have had to deal with hate at all.

꒰🍒꒱ ♡ ･ 🍰࣪˖✨vintage cakes✨꒰🍒꒱ ♡ ･ 🍰࣪˖

very much jealous of my sims for having such cool basements for hanging out

It’s my birthday today and as a treat to myself I’m taking my Persephone design for a test drive

She’s telling him about her trip topside and probably spilling some tea about the other gods, Hades loves some solid gossip 🫣

Being high acheiving doesn't necessarily mean making the right decisions all the time. It does mean choosing to double down and be uncomfortable for a little while after you've procrastinated or managed your time poorly. Most of us cant be perfect students 24/7. Making the decision to work even harder after you fuck up instead of settling is what sets you apart in those situations.

✨🧚‍♀️ Women as fairies 🧚‍♀️✨

jordan chiles being stripped of her medal 5 days after it being awarded due to the judges error and nothing on her part is disgusting. she's the rightful bronze medalist from women's floor

I see my mother's hometown in nightmares. When I was a child, I spent half of my summer holidays there. It was quite dull; the town itself was sleepy and uneventful. The routine didn't change: waking up early, then to the local market, then to my grandma's dacha, then back home and to bed. No TV, no friends (except from grandma's), and a few books - I was happy to be back home. I wasn't thinking about this town much. And when, in 2014, russia occupied it. My grandma moved to my mom. She talked a lot about returning, to her garden, her things, to my grandpa's and uncle's graves. She made plans for her own funeral near them. But when she died, it was impossible to organize. So she rested far away from them. Since the occupation, I've often dreamt of this town. I walk its streets, pick flowers from my grandma's dacha, look around from her balcony and listen to swifts' cries. But lately, my dreams turned into nightmares. I tried speaking to locals and realized they saw me as a spy. I tried to flee the town, but the soldiers at the checkpoint arrested me. I tried to hide in my grandma's apartment, but someone banged on the door, and the floor crumbled under my feet… And the worst thing? For me, that's just a nightmare. It taints my memories, yes, but - thanks to the Armed Forces of Ukraine - I live in a free city. But for thousands of Ukrainians under the russian occupation, all of this is a horrifying reality.