She does not want for honor. Her belly has long been 𝒗͟𝒊͟𝒐͟𝒍͟𝒂͟𝒕͟𝒆͟𝒅͟ by man; rapture found in the wreckage of divinity. There is a plague spilling among soil, waltzing with glory—it is her son, wearing the crown of hero. He should have 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 starvation.

What is a son but an 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 && she is the conductor, baton swaying, begetting crescendos with the fierce edge of a knife sinking into flesh. Her elder son—such is the burdens of collapsed glory. Faith would not be enough. He is 𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 for her boons.

Ferdinando Andreini, 1843-1922 #escultura

A lady not well-versed in enigmas—is 𝒏𝒐 woman. 𝑴𝑬𝑵 𝑮𝑶 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 && women fight wars in the pall; coffin for lovers carved from valiant treachery. There is bravery in threading the rope for those pitiful && small / little to contribute to 𝒉𝒆𝒓 cause.

serge marshennikov's oil painting with detail

Hans Zatzka  — Edelweiß. detail.  1859-1949

Details: Nymph of the Woods and Nymph of the Fields, Carlo Pittaluga, 1915

L'Aurore (Dawn) ~ 1868 ~ Adolphe-Alexandre Lesrel (French painter, 1839-1929)

No Flame Burns Forever by Alex Stoddard

Gabriël Metsu — Portrait of Lucia Wijbrants. detail. 1667

Émile Vernon — Starlight. detail. 1872–1919

Ivan Makarov  — Portrait of Anastasia Ushakova. detail. circa 1866

/ let me just…. Redo my pinned shortly ✨ 👁️🫦👁️

Thomas Francis Dicksee, Miranda (detail), 1895

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Miranda, c. 1895 Thomas Francis Dicksee

The Mausoleum by the Phantom Painter

ℬ𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 ꫀׁׅܻ 𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔..