Women In STEM What About Women In Victorian Nightgowns? Women In Bloodstains? Women In Creaking Old Houses,

“women in STEM” what about women in Victorian nightgowns? women in bloodstains? women in creaking old houses, and a state of barely contained homosexual desire?

“November — with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a dignified serenity of folded hands and closed eyes — days full of fine, pale sunshine that sifted through the late, leafless gold of the juniper-trees and glimmered among the grey beeches, lighting up evergreen banks of moss and washing the colonnades of the pines. Days with a high-sprung sky of flawless turquoise. Days when an exquisite melancholy seemed to hang over the landscape and dream about the lake. But days, too, of the wild blackness of great autumn storms, followed by dank, wet, streaming nights when there was witch-laughter in the pines and fitful moans among the mainland trees.”

— L.M. Montgomery, from ‘The Blue Castle’ (via theflowershop)

Unknown Photographer "Eros & Psyche"

Ottessa Moshfegh, from My Year of Rest and Relaxation

I was Elvis's doll, his own living doll, to fashion as he pleased. The more we were together the more I came to resemble him in every way. His tastes, his insecurities, his hang-ups — all became mine. My sole ambition was to please him, to be rewarded with his approval and affection. When he criticized me, I fell to pieces. - PRISCILLA PRESLEY