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therealglamour:

EyeBrow #makeup basic diagram brows always takes A LOT of practice 💋 (Taken with instagram)

dollymacabre:

19th Century “Frozen Charlotte”. Also called “penny dolls”.

In the early Victorian days, the tiny Charlottes were sometimes baked into children’s birthday cakes or Christmas puddings to be found by the guests as party favors as they bit into their piece of cake.

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Fair Charlotte was a frozen corpse And a word she no more spoke. Her flesh had become like fine china And just as easily broke.

Disobeying her mother’s wishes, Charlotte literally skated on thin ice. Falling through the crack beneath her feet she paid the ultimate price. So next time you don’t listen to your parents, think of the dreadful sight Of poor little frozen Charlotte, rotting in the lonely cold winter’s night. “

OR:

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Young Charlotte lived on the mountain side In a quiet, lonely spot No dwelling there for three miles round Except her father’s cot

Her father loved to see her dress Gay as a city belle For she was all the child he had He loved his daughter well

T’was New Year’s Eve, the sun was set And she looked with a wishful eye So long at the frozen windows out As the merry sleighs went by

At the village fifteen miles away There’s a merry ball tonight The piercing air was cold and keen Yet her heart was warm and light

How gaily beams her sparkling eyes As a well-known sound she hears When darting up to her father’s house Young Charles’ sleigh appears!

My daughter dear, her mother said This blanket around you fold It is a dreadful night abroad You might take fatal cold

O, no dear mother, Charlotte said And she laughed like a gayly queen To ride in a blanket muffled up I never can be seen

My silken shawl is quite enough You know it’s lined throughout Besides I have a silken scarf To tie my neck about

Her bonnet and her gloves were on And she stepped into the sleigh And off they ride o’er the mountain side And o’er the hills away

For five long dark and lonesome miles In silence o’er they passed Till Charlotte in a few frozen words This silence broke at last

It’s such a night I never seen The reins I scarce can hold Charlotte replied in a feeble voice I am extremely cold

He cracked his whip, he urged his steed Much faster than before Till five more dark and lonesome miles In silence they passed o’er

He says, How fast the glittering ice Is gathering on my brow Charlotte replied in a feeble voice I’m growing warmer now

And on they ride o’er the mountain side As the stars shine on them bright At length they reach the village And the ballroom is in sight

They stopped then, and he stepped out And offered his hand to her Why sit you there light a monument That hath no power to stir?

He called her once, he called her twice But yet she never stirred He called and called for her again Yet she answered not a word

He raised the veil from o’er her face As the cold stars on her shone He took her hand into his own Oh God! ‘t was cold as stone

Then quickly to the lighted hall Her lifeless form he bore For Charlotte was a frozen girl And never spoke no more

Now ladies, think of this fair girl And always dress up right And never venture thinly clad On a cold and dreary night”

(Source: ejallston)

mrscaravaggio:

15th century hand-carved German ivory rosary.

Inscribed cogita mori - remember death.

(Source: simonerein)

lucynic83:

Hedy Lamarr in the film Ecstasy, 1933

receding:

Jimbo

(Source: relativnost)

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(Source: jimparisandme, via jimparisandme)

ganasdeananas:

Jim Morrison. Observatorio Griffith, Los Ángeles (1968). Fotógrafo: Paul Ferrara.