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// 08/10/23// heritage day pt. 2
This place deserved a special post, look at this! This used to be a social club for the 1800-1900's high society, it looks like a palace. Maybe for people from other countries this might not be so impressing but as an Uruguayan this is a lot lol
Found the moose (explained on last post)
Visited Club Uruguay
Visited Solís Theater
Visited the Mail
Sent a postcard and bought stamps
Visited the Japanese Garden
Ate at a fancy restaurant with dad and my brother
Practiced
Volunteered at Bastet (cat shelter)
Oop forgot about Tumblr!
Yep it was a school project titled “SWORDLADY.jpeg”
Greatest title I’ve ever made 100%
Time to start studying, Your Highness
And then all of a sudden, it feels like January again, and you're all alone in that blanket of yours, dreaming of sunsets, stardust and peace.
Hey girlies ever since the tiktokification of coquette, I've been having a hard time to find the "real" coquette (like the one on here years back). Can y'all recommend some good coquette ig accounts/blogs ??
An illustration I made for the Betty B contest next month ✨ The assignment was to illustrate a poem so I chose "Le Vampire" by Baudelaire.
I decided to try photobashing for the first time and I like the results. I was heavily inspired by preraphaelite art and the 19th century medieval revival.
Princess Etionette Heart Blusher from Etude House (circa 2010s)
Griffindor girl mood board (desi)
Picture source : Pinterest
Picture source: pinterest
Face claim : Poonam Bajwa
A quick character design for the moth oracle i thought of.
"Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world."
Voltaire
One Last Dance- Part 2
Requested by @queenofautumn
I’m sorry this took me some time to write. I was very busy with my school lately.
Read part 1 here
We escaped to the nearest wood, hand in hand. I remembered how we used to dance in the dark wood casting all our fears aside. I felt the same kind of fearlessness took over me.
We sat down. I looked him in the eyes and asked, “how are we alive after all this years?”
“Can’t you tell?” he came closer and rested his hand in mine.
It felt like the force of our loves had diminished the inevitability of death and death couldn’t part us. I knew it. I felt sure about it.
“We’re reborn” he began in a whisper, slowly rising the voice by each syllable, “just to be together.”
“And this time,” said I, “no one can stop us.”
One Last Dance
"Can I have a dance?"
A man with a pitch black mask covering the upper half of his face asked me. His face was very pale and his lips were thin.
Looking in his twinkling dark eyes, I felt like I've seen them before.
"But I can't dance." I said.
I wouldn’t have come to the ball if it weren’t themed as a Victorian London one. There is something I find really interesting about the Victorian era.
"Oh Darling!" the man said with a charming smile, "Let me take the lead."
This time I knew for sure I’ve heard that same voice saying the exact same word, “Darling!”
Unconsciously I gave my hands to his. We moved to the dance floor. He put his hand behind my back and pulled me closer.
I was oblivious to my surrounding. The only thing I was looking at was his pitch black eyes. The lights reflected in them as we move along the music. Hours after hours past. But we did not stop. I could not remember when was the last time I felt that much happy. We laughed, we danced and kept staring at each other’s eyes.
A sudden flashback cross my mind. I was dancing with my beloved surrounded by the dark woods. Our laughs were the only sound we could hear.
I pulled away and gasped, “You’re him.”
He came closer to me and whispered, “And you’re her, my mellilla.”
Read Part 2 Here
