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I MISSED UR POSTS AND ART welcome back!!

Ahhh thanks! Tbh I missed all the interactions as well, nowhere to really put my art, Instagram is very performative, Twitter is No… the break was nice, but I’m still hoping people are here so I’m trying to resuscitate my blogs 😭

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Welcome back !!! Something made me think of you last week and I went to check on your blog but got a bit sad/ little bit worried when there haven't been updates in a while, pleasantly surprised and quite glad to now see you're back and doing good!

Have a nice day!

And voilà, I appear! It was meant to be apparently haha have a nice day too!

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Thomas Shields Clarke, Fernbrook, ca. 1910, Photographic autochrome, Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts, Archives, Photo by Barbara Katus / Brian van Camerik

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Details, 1915

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Wicklow Mountains by lukecabrahams.

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Unknown Maker, Belt Buckle, ca. 1900. 

Gilt copper alloy. 

Collection of Richard H. Driehaus.

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By the awesome John Singer Sargent

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White Silk Wedding Corset

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Lantern slides showing movie theater etiquette and announcements, circa 1912.

 Excellent podcast etiquette for today as well, IOHO. Please, applaud with hands only as you listen to our latest. 

All images via Library of Congress.

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hii I'm glad you're back! your blog is delightful :)

Thank you!!

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yo since you asked for blog recs here's a couple i like :)

@herprivateswe and @theworldofwars

Ahhh cheers much appreciated x

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I think we might have the same Seargent Gassed tattoo 👀

Omg do we? 👀 You have good taste

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Mina— Connecticut, 1970s

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être dans la lune

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Do you believe in ghosts? The creak on the stair, the chill in the room, a strange scent, a wavering light in the window. The ancient house, the walled-up wing, drifting fog, broken battlements, deep darkness, silent desolation, the empty tomb and its rotting shroud, the damp bed too soft to the touch. The sudden presence of a presence.

Jeanette Winterson, from ‘Night Side of the River’

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