A soldier with a pack Reindeer, on slippery ice, near the tiny village of Nautsi, in northern Lapland, Finland, on October 26, 1941. (The Atlantic)
“Flapper “
The notorious character type who bobbed her hair, smoke cigarettes, drank gin, sported short skirts, and passed her evenings in steamy jazz clubs, where she danced in a shockingly immodest fashion with a revolving cast of male suitors.”
“The New Woman of the 1920s boldly asserted her right to dance, drink, smoke, and date— to work her own property, to live free of the strictures that governed her mother’s generation. (…) She flouted Victorian-era conventions and scandalized her parents. In many ways, she controlled her own destiny”
(via farrahfuckingflawless)
When I was in a psychiatric ward there was a girl two beds away from me that used to do this. She’d do it for hours, just sitting there and rocking.
One day, I asked her why she did it.
“Because it takes me away”
“Away from what?”
“This place”
(via suicidal--and--depressed)
An old picture, but one I thought you might enjoy. :) Sometimes, things are left upstairs on my floor to be put away later or for me to hang up.
Sometimes, these things happen to look like a lion falling through a floor.
