Fire in the Breeze
I'm Brittany, 20, australian, a romantic, writer, and ex-people pleaser. I'm the biggest dreamer you'll ever meet. I'm a dedicated lover of: music, the metaphysical, all things dark, erotic and emotive. I use this tumblr as a journal, to publish prose, and to express what I cannot face-to-face.

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Burlesque dancer Zorita c. 1940’s

The Roaring Twenties, 1939
And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center. - Augusten Burroughs, You Better Not Cry (via avvfvl)

Burlesque dancer Zorita c. 1942

Mosh - Porcelain SkinFilmed by Holly Randall for (GIF by Bo)

Mosh by Tatiana Gerusova

 The Earl Carroll Vanities Burlesque show dancers backstage c. 1940’s

Dita von Teese. Photography by Anton Östlund.

Missy Fatale
I live for these kind of days. The kind of days that you feel so alive, you think you just might burst into sunlight. The unexpected days, the unplanned days. The “I don’t know what the fuck is going on” days, but it doesn’t matter because you’re just so happy. So happy because you found yourself just where you needed to be. The kind that you don’t even have to try, it just ties together so seamlessly. Those are sincerely the best kind of days, because they are the sincerest. The most honest days. - Honest days / evwriting (via evwriting)