Noelia Towers (Spanish/American, 1992) - New Door/Unknown Room (2024)
tumblr mutual in my notes just apologized to me for interacting too much. babygirl we are bound by the blood oath
Yellow archangel Pet portrait for the very kind Romney đź’š thank you again!
I fell in love with these flowers last year when I started gathering mushrooms - the forests around me are filled with these and I just love the patterns on their leaves!
courtney at the petting zoo 1966
Mosstober - Day 4 Woof
just watched this guy fumble two does in a row
turtle school
“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets.Â
Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”
–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.
cursed land
Paul Atreides: The Sun Eating fire is your ambition: to swallow the flame down take it into your mouth and shoot it forth, a shout or an incandescent tongue, a word exploding from you in gold, crimson, unrolling in a brilliant scroll. To be lit up from within vein by vein. To be the sun. ― Margaret Atwood, Selected Poems 1: 1965-1975
@jitterati | world war I memorial in church of ss peter & paul, gilbert bayes 1919 | total solar eclipse, maria mitchell 1869 | dune: part one, dir. denis villenueve | dune: part one, dir. denis villenueve | november 9, colleen hoover | dune: part one - the photography, chiabella james | bust of antinous, palazzo altemps museum | poem, lucie thésée, tr. by richard archambeau 1941 | dune: part two, dir. denis villenueve | holy things in this world, emery allen | dune: part two, dir. denis villenueve | untitled, lauren treece 2012 + ruin and rising, leigh bardugo 2014 | @toneelspeelster | @gallixie | dune: part two, dir. denis villenueve | the other tiger - selected poems, jorge luis borges, tr. by tony barnstone 1999 | dune: part one, dir. denis villenueve | @jitterati
the Project Zomboid devs do not get enough shit for making eating vegetables give your player character a depression debuff. reddit ass game mechanic decision, absolutely rotten
“Lat be thy wepyng and thi drerynesse, And lat us lissen wo with oother speche; So may thy woful tme seme lesse.”
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Geoffrey Chaucer, Troilus and Criseyde (Norton Critical Editions)
“Leave your anguish, leave your sighs, and mitigate your sorrow by talking, becase doing this makes suffering pass…”
Giovanni Boccaccio, Il Filostrato (Norton Critical Editions)
I am myn owene woman, wel at ese, I thank it god, as after myn estat; Right yong, and stonde unteyd in lusty lese, With-outen Ialousye or swich debat; Shal noon housbonde seyn to me “Chekmat!” For either they ben ful of Ialousye, Or maisterful, or loven novelrye.
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                 Allas! Sin I am free, Sholde I now love, and putte in Iupartye My sikernesse, and thrallen libertee? Allas! How dorste I thenken that folye? May I nought wel in other folk aspye  775 Hir dredful Ioye, hir constreynt, and hir peyne? Ther loveth noon, that she nath why to pleyne.
Criseyde in Geoffrey Chaucer’s Troilus and Criseyde (ll. 750-756, 771-777)
justice for jesse
what are three thousand things you associate with me
People Matching Artworks: An Unusual Photo Series By Stefan Draschan More info: Website | Instagram…
“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.”
— Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
I feel like this at all times
Original template cr: @mhuyo from Twitter
when women say “i hate men” they mean it in the “stop hurting me and my sisters” kind of way, not the “i want to rape, murder and oppress you” way. you know, the way men hate women.
pssssst hey. hey. free and expansive database of folk and fairy tales. you can thank me later
But then you do get to read the books so that is nice
• Dress.
Date: ca. 1815
Place of origin: England
Medium: Cotton, wool
An illiterate Indian soldier of the 7th (Meerut) Division, is making a thumb impression on the pay sheet instead of signing his name for his pay. 1918
Children, like adults, were caught up in war fever after hostilities broke out in August 1914. Many wanted to join the Army, including nine-year-old Alfie Knight from Dublin. Alfie wrote this letter to Secretary of State for War Lord Kitchener, volunteering as a front-line despatch rider. In a reply sent by his private secretary, Lord Kitchener thanked Alfie for his offer, but explained that he was 'not yet quite old enough to go to the front'.Â
“We are not youth any longer. We don’t want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces.”
- Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front.
Like the stars shining in the evening sky, my eyes can sense all these beautiful mysteries // part 1.
Era Leisner (born in 1988). Norway
Silver Hounds (2024) L
Acrylics and silver leaf on canvas
100 Ă— 100 cm, 39 Ă— 39 in approx