there are now FOUR KITTENS and I still can’t hug them
Everybody else in this fuckin’ town is fallin’ in love and gettin’ engaged and havin’ babies
yodeling in the canyon of love
Be wicked, be brave, be drunk, be reckless, be dissolute, be despotic, be a suffragette, be anything you like, but for pity’s sake be it to the top of your bent. Live fully, live passionately, live disastrously. Let’s live, you and I, as none have ever lived before.
"— Violet Trefusis (via freudmytiger)
…we know nothing about Sappho. Or worse: everything we know is wrong. Even the most basic “facts” are simply not so, or in need of a stringent critical reexamination. A single example. We are told over and over again that Sappho “was married to Kerkylas of Andros, who is never mentioned in any of the extant fragments of her poetry” (Snyder 1989:3). Not surprising, since it’s a joke name: he’s Dick Allcock from the Isle of MAN. It’s been over 139 years since William Mure pointed this out… yet one finds this piece of information repeated without question from book to book, usually omitting the dubious source, usually omitting any reference at all.
"— Holt Parker, ‘Sappho Schoolmistress’, Transactions of the American Philological Association 123 (1993)
panoramic tour around sherlock’s 221B baker street set and it’s props (x)