In the Victorian era, hand-fans were used not only to cool oneself but also as a secret way to communicate the language of love. For example, by running one’s fingers through the fan’s ribs, one is trying to say, "I want to talk to you." The enigmatic language of the fan was widely used by both men and women.
I. A fan placed near the heart.
"You have won my love."
II. A closed fan touching the right eye.
"When may I be allowed to see you?"
III. A closed fan moved threateningly.
"Do not act so impudently!"
IV. A half-opened fan pressed to the lips.
"You may kiss me."
V. Covering the left ear with an open fan.
"Do not betray my secret."
VI. Hiding the eyes behind an open fan.
"I love you."
VII. Shutting a fully open fan slowly.
"I promise to marry you."
VIII. Fanning oneself slowly.
"I am married."
IX. Letting one’s fan rest on the right cheek or the left.
"Yes" and "No", interchangeably.
X. Opening and closing the fan several times.
"You are cruel."
XI. Fan in front of the face.
XII. Twirling the fan in the left hand.
"We are being watched."
XIII. Fan held over left ear.
"I wish to be rid of you."
XIV. Carrying an open fan in the left hand.
"Come and talk to me."
XV. Opening a fan wide.
"Wait for me."
XVI. Placing the fan behind the head with finger.
[Artwork: Secret, by Lee Yun-hi.]
my goal is to be the ‘we didn’t notice her in highschool but damn we should’ve’ girl
I remember just months ago I thought “concealer”,”foundation”, “blush”, and “fake eyelashes” were dirty words. I felt a bit proud that I never wore anything more than mascara and maybe some liquid eyeliner on my face. I thought it was so gross that people wore faces full of makeup every day.
Now, I have and wear everything that I found disgusting (except bronzer, which I think is weird, but whatever if you like it). I actually know how to put on eyelashes. Makeup is fucking fun and I was a goon for thinking it was gross and thinking that I was superior for not wearing much.
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I’ve used the phone TWICE today (my heart feels like it might explode and I feel a bit nauseous, but I’m alive (I think)). I booked myself a hair appointment for tomorrow morning, and I called the bank. Is this what it’s like to be an adult? I don’t like it.
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