#Le De

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Coveted Cosmetic: Givenchy Le De

For all the vintage perfume, I had yet to across a scent by Givenchy scent. Thankfully the discovery of their lesser known older fragrance of Le De. Launched in 1957. The title was inspired the the ‘de’ of founder Hubert de Givenchy’s full name. As soon as ‘de’ is added to any French name, the upper class implications speaks volumes (but tastefully). Top notes are Tarragon, Coriander, Mandarin…

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Last day at the festival !

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[permit-it]

[diioonysus]

necklaces/chokers + art

[wolffuart]

Loser baby emos ;)

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DONATIONS FOR GAZA

As you probably know, the situation in Gaza gets worse every day. At this stage, every donation, no matter how small, might make a difference between life and death for someone trying to escape Rafah.

Donate as little as 7$ today and you get a sketch or a small illustration of yourself, an animal, a friend - whatever it is that you want.

You can find the full spreadsheet of families here: Operation Olive Branch

or you can donate to one of the randomized gofundmes from here: Gaza Funds

Send me proof of your donations and the details for the artwork you desire. YOU CAN SEND IT THROUGH DMs OR EMAIL ME (email and useful links here:)

Depending on how busy this gets, commissions might take two days or more.

*Biggers commissions are available for bigger donations! You can see illustrations I did in the past here.

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Details from The Chariot of Death, 1848 - oil on canvas. — Théophile Schuler (French, 1821-1878) aqua-regia009 art edits

[myelicia]

Ciel rose en hiver - Fabienne Delacroix

[yuzuyokoi]

this might be that gay dude from les mis

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Le subterfuge de Chérubin

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WHAT?! It's morning! I lost time. Things got a little heated— With a boy! Things got heated with a boy. I was at home picking lint off the sofa! I said to join us! The night's gone. The room's soiled and once again, I'm here with mop and mindlessness to clean it up. So the room got dirty, so what? I'll clean it up. No, I clean it up! You make the mess and I clean it up! Mark it on the calendar, align it with Ursa Major. Louis' tri-annual FUCK OFF and find me with apologies to follow. I'm sorry. SEEK comfort in the arms of lowlifes and unfortunates, and broken children, fine. Oh, fine! The fine that doesn't sound fine— But REVEALING our nature to a reporter you met in a bar ten hours ago? What if it was published? I was having some fun! You don't have enough to fear from Paris? I was in the middle of ending things, when YOU— YOU'D have been passed out on the floor next to him, Louis! Out on your feet from the drugs you stuffed him with! Oh, this is boring! You're boring! YOU ARE SO BORING! And here come the drugs. Colorless. Up the fangs, down the throat. Flavorless. Dull! Into the heart and off with the fingers, feet. Dull! Dull nights! And wallowing brain. Dull weeks, dull months, DULL AS FUCK! Suffocation by the world's softest, beige-est pillow! The ten hours I spent with that boy were more exciting, more FASCINATING, than DECADES with YOU! Oh, there it is! The half-blank, half-apocalyptic look! But what does it mean tonight, huh? Does he want to lick my boots or chop my hands off? Is it the gremlin or the good nurse tonight? Huh? Okay. Okay, perhaps. But am I as boring as the blather committed onto the ferric tapes of your fascinating boy? "Oh, it's so, so hard to be me." "Picking lint off the sofa?!" "It's so hard to kill humans." "I can feel their feelings as I drain them." You sat on your hands and put your ear to the wind. "Everyone I know wronged me." Okay. Okay, let's wake the boy up and let's try you. "I'm the vampire Armand and my daddy vampire groomed me into a little BITCH!" "My brother he tossed himself off a roof!" "Vampires who murdered my daddy made me pretend I didn't have a dick for 240 years." "My sister buried me alive. My daughter was my sister was my throw pillow. Well, he wouldn't look at me kindly. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat." I talked shit about him the whole time. So what?! THE NAME!! The name! Unuttered in our home for 23 years, said over and over again until it was pounding in my brain like a hammer. Our problems aren't about him. And you threw her name around just for cover, but it always circled back to him. I loved her. But SHE didn't love YOU. Not like he did, not like I have. I know. I know! Yes! I know. Thank you for saying it. It's all creeping back. Paris and the, uh, what, what, what? But there's... all of it coming back. There's, uh, Paris. Paris. Can you hear that? Can you hear that, hm? Can you hear her? She's calling me.

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Jean Danguy (1863-1926) - "Death Appears in the Sky Above a Castle"

Le Château de la mort (The Castle of Death), 1895

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Today is 24601. Happy pride month.

[thatskyafro]

Kwami boxing

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Jean-Pierre Talbot as Tintin (1961)