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sell your soul to the devil at home

for @loverfighter

Silvia Grav. But no one saved the house. 2016. Oslo, Norway. // Tom Waits by Jean-Baptiste Mondino // Hal Gage; Stumps, Alder Park, Nisqually River Dam, Washington // broken bones by kaleo // the nightmare Art by Pierre Roche.(1855-1922). // Otto Dix, Dead Man (1924) // Fay Ku (Taiwanese, b. 1974, Taipei, Taiwan, based NY, USA) - Bitch Is Golden, 2010, Metallic Watercolor on Black Stonehenge Paper

#art

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I'm still seeing a few donation posts going around for sheikh jarrah, I know people are trying to help and everyone has good intentions, but these donation campaigns are not endorsed by them!! there's a lot people trying to take advantage of the situation and they're stealing money. instead, palestinians are asking for you to place political pressure, protest, boycott, divest, and share what's happening.

however, gaza needs donations for medical, financial, and food aid. below I've linked some trusted organisations:

PCRF (palestine children's relief fund) is an organisation that provides free medical care to children in palestine: urgent gaza relief fund

UPA (united palestinian appeal) is also directly based in palestine and provides emergency relief in gaza

palestine emergency charity that provide medical aid to wounded people and work with PCRF

#current events #palestine #important

weltenwellen

Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1923–1927

#words #anais nin

cinema-enigmatic

HUMAN LANTERNS (Sun Chung, 1982)

#film #human lanterns

bookmqrk

there’s something really sad and beautiful about those books you read when you were younger, because there’s that indescribable feeling when you reread it that makes you feel like you’re reconnecting with your deepest friend

#about me #there's also something sad about revisiting something that was so important to you when you were young and naive and wanting to go back

etherea1ity

#places #aesthetic #cottagecore #naturecore

deathandmysticism

Willy Pogany, Illustration of Medusa for The Tale of Lohengrin, 1913

#medusa #greek mythology #mythology #art

lhazaar

why do i have to format emails like i’m writing a letter to my fucking husband on the frontlines of the long war. my dearest gregory. it has been too long since i’ve held in my embrace. o, that these travails shall lead us to one another again. my sincerest, fondest thoughts go with you in this, your hour of need. i have attached the requested documents in .pdf format. thanks!

orphic-mysteries

‘We erect altars at places where great streams burst suddenly from hidden sources; we honour springs of hot water as divine...’

Seneca, ‘Epistulae Morales’

pretty shitty how baseline human activities like singing, dancing and making art got turned into skills instead of being seen as behaviors

so now it’s like ‘the point of doing them is to get good at them’ and not ‘this is a thing humans do, the way birds sing and bees make hives’.

stephmood

woahhhh

#important

strangerstarsandlands

Orlando by Virginia Woof really is That Book and here are some choice quotes:

“As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.”

“I’m sick to death of this particular self. I want another.”

The entire section of The Great Frost

“ Life is a dream. ‘Tis the waking that kills us.”

“All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.”

“A woman. Yes, but a million other things as well.”

“The man looks the world full in the face, as if it were made for his uses and fashioned to his liking. The woman takes a sidelong glance at it, full of subtlety, even of suspicion.”

“But there she lay content. The scent of the bog myrtle and the meadow-sweet was in her nostrils. The rooks’ hoarse laughter was in her ears. ‘I have found my mate,’ she murmured. ‘It is the moor. I am nature’s bride,’ she whispered, giving herself in rapture to the cold embraces of the grass as she lay folded in her cloak in the hollow by the pool.”

“All was still now. It was near midnight. The moon rose slowly over the weald. Its light raised a phantom castle upon earth. There stood the great house with all its windows robed in silver. Of wall or substance there was none. All was phantom. All was still. All was lit as for the coming of a dead Queen.”

#words #poetry #virginia woolf