Refuge For The Imaginative

Thinker. Exister. Passionate creative.Someone who will be somebody someday. First year art student with a heavy dose of an acting background. This blog is inspiration as filtered through my brain. My musings, arbirtraily pretty things, art, feminism, cats, literature, and the like is what you'll find around these parts.

Stay tuned. "Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative ” -Oscar Wilde



A question by mitchellthespookman

In no particular order—Harry Potter; Hayao Miyazaki; losing teeth; cats; giant pumpkins; younger siblings.

send me an age and ill tell you what i would have been blogging about when i was that old

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In today’s report of things happening on my dashboard.


“We are on red alert when it comes to how we are perceiving ourselves as a species…There’s no desire to be an adult. Adulthood is not a goal. It’s not seen as a gift. Something happened culturally: No one is supposed to age past 45 — sartorially, cosmetically, attitudinally. Everybody dresses like a teenager. Everybody dyes their hair. Everybody is concerned about a smooth face.”

 “I was often told that I wasn’t a thing…‘She’s not pretty enough, she’s not tall enough, she’s not thin enough, she’s not fat enough.’ I thought, ‘O.K., someday you’re going to be looking for someone not, not, not, not, and there I’ll be.’ ”

“I’ve been with a man for 35 years who looks at me and loves what he sees.”

Our Lady Frances

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Thrifting for the beginnings of a Hallowe’en costume because apparently there’s a big event and costume contest.
Also, I feel a bit like a human ’50s Barbie in this in its current state.