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Dublin

You see, this is what I love about Ireland.

Most people would look at that rock and say; “gosh, that’s a pretty cool rock, I wonder how it stays up like that?”

No. That is not the right way to do things.

The Irish look at that and say; “I’m going to build a house on that fucker.”

And then they do and it’s fucking amazing and I WANTONE

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THIS..BEAUTIFUL THING… justmakeitgreenandomg…

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artandopinion:

After the Ball

1895

Ramon Cases i Carbo

How can a girl say again, “I do not want to be respectable because respectable girls are not attractive,” and how can she again so wisely arrive at the knowledge that “boys do dance most with the girls they kiss and had asked papa?” Perceiving these things, the Flapper awoke from her lethargy of sub-deb-ism, bobbed her hair, put on her choicest pair of earrings and a great deal of audacity and rouge and went into battle. She flirted because it was fun to flirt and wore a one-piece bathing suit because she had a good figure, she covered her face with powder and paint because she didn’t need it and she refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn’t boring. She was conscious that the things she did were the things she had always wanted to do. Mothers disapproved of their sons taking the Flapper to dances, to teas, to swim and most of all to heart. She had mostly masculine friends, but youth does not need friends — it needs only crowds….

— Excerpt from Zelda’s essay “Eulogy on the Flapper” which was published by Metropolitan Magazine in June 1922. The article was accompanied by a sketch of Zelda done by Gordon Bryant (seen above).

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