Liberty Leading the People by Eugène Delacroix (1830) with details.
hello if you are confused or uncomfortable today please gaze at these kittens
and remember the truth that once was spoken: this line’s the one you’ll cry at every single fucking time
trapped in the constant struggle between “can’t let my family know i’m queer” and “i want to chop off all my hair and ascend to the next tier of quirky queer girl stereotype”
[Marius sobbing in the back ground]
Please stop reblogging this I don’t want this to be what I become known for
Accept your fate.
I’m gonna reblog this to make my best friend tumblr famous for something she hates. Do a guy a favour.
Kate Chopin goes up to the counter and orders peach tea. The barista gives Chopin her change and their hands touch. Her face flushes. Is it hot in this Starbucks or is it just her? A piano plays. She contemplates her womanhood. She takes a single sip of the tea and runs out of the shop toward the ocean.