Holbein’s Anne Of Cleves Has Been Restored!

the 2014 Tumblr aesthetic will forever be missed

Gladys 💜

pop music they could never make me hate you

'dying swan - natalia marakova' in max waldman on dance: photographs (1988)

The agonising feel when a character tag is full of shipping that you Simply Do Not Vibe With. The solution is, naturally, to keep scrolling. But the wince, the WINCE.

What makes Poor Things so ultimately triumphant for me is the way that Bella Baxter is, despite it all, her own creation. She came into the world in an experiment that violated the autonomy of both Victoria before her and Bella herself, but she steps beyond the parameters of the experiment and into the world, to learn from it. The intentions of men may be to possess her or use her or take joy in despoiling her vulnerability, but their intentions do not determine her experiences. She decides. She explores. She looks at a world full of sorrow that could render her helpless and chooses instead to do what she can about it and then sleep easy at night. She listens to the call of her curiosity before all else, her happiness second, her compassion third. The family that she makes for herself in the end is unconventional, but it's ultimately hers and allows her to flourish as a doctor with an experimental nature and a heart of patinaed silver.

And I don't think it could be that particular kind of triumphant if the movie wasn't so fucked up.

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.

i got your message and i’m coming back, coming back

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.

donna summer's 'four seasons of love' (1976) calendar

my own scans! i am an amateur, this calendar came very dirty, and i had to clean up these images myself so they may not be up to par. the second image in particular was hard to edit so sorry that i had to avoid touching the calendar