Ruffle My Bloomers, and Wind Me Up
Ruffle My Bloomers, and Wind Me Up
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
The Canterville Ghost, Oscar Wilde   (via z-o-m-b-i-e-d-e-a-d)

Franz Xaver Winterhalter

Porträt Louises von Orléans, Königin der Belgier, 1841 (details)

sadgh0sts:

couldn’t decide if i wanted to be a vampire or a princess… i’m kind of happy that summer is gone because now i can wear this coat

sadgh0sts:

couldn’t decide if i wanted to be a vampire or a princess
… i’m kind of happy that summer is gone because now i can wear this coat

It’s booze O’ clock now. Violet made something called a shark attack. Mmm fresh strawberries. It’s dark in our house compared to outside so.

Sleepy day. Is it booze o’ clock yet?

Oi you slag.

It smells like salt.

It smells like salt.