do you ever see a picture of your internet friend for the first time and you just kinda think
it appears i have accidentally befriended a beauty goddess.
My inbox is always open
always always always always
I would stay up all night to talk you guys out of harming yourself. I love you all.
I’m here for each and everyone one of you, remember you’re not alone I love you
I’m curious, and remember that doesn’t just mean smut. It also means gore, violence, abuse and stuff around those lines
u kno ur in deep when u love listening to them talk and u get attached to their voice
I SEE YOU FUCKING WEEABOOS REBLOGGING THIS PUTTING ANIME CHARACTERS IN THE TAGS YOU NEED A BIBLE
Well, excuse me for not having the ability to stand the people around me. My mental health is better when I deal with fictional people who can’t truly hurt me…
The Victoria & Albert Museum
What’s a “half-mourning” dress? Mourning in the front, party in the back?
Half-Mourning was the third stage of mourning for a widow. She would be expected to mourn her husband for at least two years, the stages being Full Mourning, Second Mourning and Half-Mourning. The different stages regulated what they would be wearing, with Full Mourning being all black and with no ornamentation, including the wodow’s veil, and the stages after that introducing some jewellery and modest ornamentation. When in Half-Mourning you would gradually include fabrics in other colors and sort of ease your way out of mourning.
Wow, I am happy you made that joke so I could interpert it as a serious question and have an excuse to ramble on about clothing customs of the past, I am a historical fashion nerd.
That’s very informative, but I’m going to stick with my original head canon:
I love both the informed fashion history and the hilariously off-the-wall halves of this post.
Tumblr and Puns
School and Tumblr photoset
all of these are perfect