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[Photoset - Top: Natalie Clifford Barney in 1896, painted by her mother Alice Pike Barney. Middle: Barney at age 13, also painted by her mother. Bottom left: A photo of Eva Palmer-Sikelianos, Barney’s first intimate partner. Bottom right: A postcard of Liane du Pougy, a famous courtesan that Barney seduced.]

"My queerness is not a vice, is not deliberate, and harms no one."

Natalie Clifford Barney was born on October 31st, 1876 in Dayton, Ohio. As a novelist, playwright, and poet, she held a writer’s salon for over sixty years in Paris, drawing in such famous names as Mata Hari, Ezra Pound, Gertrude Stein, Radclyffe Hall, James Joyce, Marcel Proust, Renee Vivien, and T.S Eliot, although the organization was originally founded as a counterpoint to the all-male French Academy.

When Barney was five years old her family spent the summer at New York’s Long Beach Hotel where Oscar Wilde happened to be speaking on his American lecture tour. Wilde scooped her up as she ran past him fleeing a group of small boys, held her out of their reach then sat her down on his knee and told her a story.

The day after, he joined Barney and her mother Alice Pike Barney on the beach, where their conversation changed the course of Alice’s life, inspiring her to pursue art seriously, despite, years later, her husband’s disapproval. Alice painted many pictures of her daughter and now many of her works are on display in the Smithsonian Art Museum in Washington, D.C.

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kellyschirmann:

Everyone has a person they stalk shamelessly on the internet & mine is Mark Leidner. This is a print I made of a tweet he did recently that I would like to have tattooed on my neck / tombstone. Not sorry, y’all.

kellyschirmann:

Everyone has a person they stalk shamelessly on the internet & mine is Mark Leidner. This is a print I made of a tweet he did recently that I would like to have tattooed on my neck / tombstone. Not sorry, y’all.

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veganinspo:

One Pot Spaghetti Alla Puttanesca

Imma do this. Like sweet jesus

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I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you.
Jeanette Winterson

I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you.

Jeanette Winterson

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dollymacabre:

nicolenamias-inspirationboard:

Alexander McQueen - Savage Beauty Collection

No big deal, just had a casual cry,

Always reblog.

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thetownofmacaron:

THIS IS THE PERFECT DESCRIPTION OF ME

This is my life

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aprilwitching:

erotica written by an alien pretending not to be horrified by the human body

"some sort of gel emerged"

“They licked one another as if they were food, but they were not food.”

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"Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar way."

— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

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