Psyche Opening The Door Into Cupid’s Garden 1904

This is so cool- who wants to take tea at Beatrix Potter’s house? Just follow the Peter Rabbit sign.

Isn’t this beautiful? It remains pretty much unchanged.

The current gardeners follow the vegetable gardens described in her books. 

Here’s the dollhouse described in her 1904 book, The Tale of Two Bad Mice, in which some cute vermin bust into a doll house and smash every ceramic plate and pastry to bits.

Potter was simply enchanted by the idea of creating whimsy on a smaller scale. In one corner of the house you’ll spot a collection of thimble-sized pots.

A few original pages from her books are on display.

Plus, her writing desk.

Cozy fireplace.

Dining area- notice the little stuffed characters from her books, around.

Lovely table for tea. Could you imagine? 

And, her luxurious bedroom. Gorgeous place.

https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/features/visit-beatrix-potters-house

“She had bought herself a blotting book, writing case, pen-holder, and envelopes, although she had no one to write to; she dusted her what-not, looked at herself in the glass, picked up a book, and then, dreaming between the lines, let it drop on her knees. She longed to travel or to go back to her convent. She wished at the same time to die and to live in Paris.”

— Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

The desire to be beautiful is giving me brain damage

Hand kissing is sacred, high romance and I think we need to revive it

me talking to a man: i know. i know. yeah i know. i know. i’m aware. yes i already know that

When we killed what we were to become what we are, what did we do with the bodies? We did what most people do; buried them under the floorboards and got used to the smell. I’ve lived my life like a serial killer; finish with one part, strangle it and move on to the next. Life in neat little boxes is life in neat little coffins, the dead bodies of the past laid out side by side. I am discovering, now, in the late afternoon of the day, that the dead still speak.

Jeanette Winterson, from “Gut Symmetries,” published c. 1998 (via violentwavesofemotion)