a-shakespearean-in-paris:

ocean-in-my-rebel-soul:

p6megranate:

thestraggletag:

awed-frog:

Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?

It’s like resting a laundry basket against your hip and suddenly you’re a long-suffering peasant woman, wondering if you’ll survive the winter.

picking up a child and sitting them on your hip like a sack of potatoes and you turn into a voluptuous Russian midwife

Wrapping a scarf around your head and suddenly you’re a babushka, wondering how your granddaughter will ever find a husband.

Putting on a garter belt and panty hose, sitting at your vanity, and as you put on your read lipstick you’re a forties movie star wondering if the war will ever end.