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Shelley Duvall, 1970s

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired

And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

And run my stick along the public railings

And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

And pick flowers in other people’s gardens

And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

And eat three pounds of sausages at a go

Or only bread and pickle for a week

And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

And pay our rent and not swear in the street

And set a good example for the children.

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?

So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

— Warning, Jenny Joseph

La Primavera by Sandro Botticelli

Fuck Off

𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝚄𝙽𝙴 / 𝙰𝚀𝚄𝙰𝚁𝙸𝚄𝚂 𝙱𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚆

𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓸𝓼 𝓫𝔂 ♥𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮 ♥ 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰♥

FRUiTS 165

April 2011

I see this postcard posted online a lot with "ca. 1910". Since she has a newspaper in her lap I thought maybe I could get a little more specific, so I went on a research binge and found it. It's a copy of a French newspaper called Le Miroir from August, 1915. Source. Scan of the newspaper.

Help! Magazine, 1966

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