The Lady's Guide to Celestial Mechanics (Feminine Pursuits, #1)

by Olivia Waite

There was no pest like a painter for leaving crumbs in the sofa cushions and stains on all the furniture. Even now, his paint box had left behind a smudge of color on the foyer table—a streak of vivid green that splashed along the polished wood and onto the letter waiting there.

Idk i just rlly like this description

Her father’s chestnut instrument cases—violin and oboe, untouched since long before his death—were stacked coffin-like on the sheet music shelves.

having to decide between art and science.. sadge

Miss Muchelney, unknowing, radiated a nervous enthusiasm, like a harp string just after it’s plucked.

Any simile related to the harp makes me feel so warm and cozy i miss playing it a lot

Except: the Madonna’s colors were blue and white, and the countess’s hands were full of red. With that sharp hook and that blinding skein of silk, Lady Moth stabbed into the white muslin over and over, like the daintiest possible murder.

Strangely tense description, like just fuck already

Catherine and Lucy passed the next two weeks orbiting one another like a double star: ever moving, never touching, never truly separating.

She put down might for this verb’s translation, frowned at it, crossed it out, wrote might again, and then in parentheses added should with a pair of helpless question marks.

Shes just like me fr

“Art is only art because people call it so. Art is an illusion: a reflection of something, meant to communicate a thought or a feeling or the sense of a scene.

too real

“Because a love silenced is something like death.”

We cannot stand up in a church and make vows—but we can stand up, publicly, and declare that we are important. Together.”

brb cryinggg