Dolce & Gabbana Fall/Winter 2006, Alice Auaa Fall/Winter 2012, Chanel Fall/Winter 2006, Ulyana Sergeenko Fall/Winter 2013, Valentino Fall 2015, Chanel Autumn/Winter 2009 RTW, Chanel Pre-Fall 2008, Valentino Fall/Winter 2016, Christian Dior Fall/Winter 2010,Tom Ford Fall/Winter 2015 RTW
Items to own;
Pendant necklace with your lovers hair in it, black velvet gloves, big gemstone rings preferably ruby, garnet or emerald, black lace lingerie, white or black wool stockings matching to your dress, hair comb with rhinestones, homemade cashmere or ribbon chokers, weird antique jewelry, dried flowers sewn into your underwear, slide chain necklaces, earrings you stole from your grandmothers funarel, pearl necklaces, lace layered skirts, half buttoned blouses, waistcoats, exaggerated collars, babydoll dresses, lace thigh bands that you can carry your dagger in, antique brooches, double breasted coats, white nightgowns
Books to read;
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë, Dracula by Bram Stoker, Carmilla J. Sheridan Le Fau, The Raven by Edgar Ellan Poe, If You Died Tomorrow I Would Eat Your Corpse by Wrath James White, Frankestien by Mary Shelley, Don Juan by George Byron, The Prelude by William Wordsworth, The Flowers of Evil by Charles Baudelaire, The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, The Woman in Black by Susan Hill, Uncle Silas by J. Sheridan Le Fanu, The Bad Seed by William March, Drood by Dan Simmons
Films/TV Shows For Inspiration;
Penny Dreadful (2014-2016), Crimson Peak (2015), Dark Shadows (1966-1971), The Innocents (1961), The Others (2001), Stoker (2013), The Awakening (2011), Rebecca (1940), Cat People (1942), Hannibal (2013-2015)
Perfumes;
Poison by Christian Dior, Jasmin Noir by Bvlgari, Lolita Lempicka by Lolita Lempicka, Une Rose by Frederic Malle, Rose Noir by Byredo, De Profundis by Serge Lutens, Noir de Noir by Tom Ford, Velvet Rose & Oud by Jo Malone London, Elizabethan Rose by Penhaligons
Lifestyle;
Listen to Bach, Debussy and Prokofiev, discover antique stores by yourself, write letters to your loved ones, drink jasmine tea in mornings wine or whiskey in evenings, visit your art galleries, take pleasure from your alone time, try to write poetry in 2 am with candlelight and proudly fail,decorate your room with scented candles, empty perfume bottles, music boxes and miniature statues, use pressed flowers as bookmarkers, read in trains, grow red roses, wake up to watch sunrise then go to sleep again, hymn to yourself when you’re alone, buy second hand books, put essential oils in your bath, take walks in nature with a friend and talk about literature for hours, spend hours in your local library
Makeup & hairstyle;
do lovely curls at the end of your hair, use dark red lipstick, pixie cuts, create messy buns with curls, let your hair dance with wind and clips it with your antique hairclip, put your mascara under your bottom lashes more to make it look like dolly, don’t cover up your dark circles, do loose ponytails with ribbons
like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee
They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things
they are scary smart at solving puzzles
some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies
they can remember faces
SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT. They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows. Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag. But the nice guys with masks they left alone. THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight. THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.
They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.
A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.
Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill
I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.
Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.
That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.
Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.
That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.
Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.
that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful.
this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.
i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.
a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.
i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.
Best birbs !!
your son is Beautiful and Strong
every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories
Like, I wouldn’t want to be on bad terms with a crow, but they are a really smart animal, they aren’t scary You just want to be nice to them because they will know and they will remember, and they will pay you back if you treat them a certain way.
As a side note, I volunteered at a rehab (Hope for Wildlife), where they were rehabbing a crow with a broken wing–who was named Russell Crow. He kept pulling his bandage off so a sleeve was cut off some old clothing and put on him like a little sweater.
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I don’t think I’ll ever not reblog this. This posts makes me cry and smile at the same time.
