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Zhou Xue aka 周雪 (Chinese, b. 1980, China) - Dream World (Praying), Paintings: Ink, Color on Silk
DUNE (2020) dir. Denis Villeneuve
no disrespect to my parents but avatar: the last airbender literally raised me
Heard Elon Musk released a new cologne today! I don’t know what “X Æ A-12” musk smells like but I bet it’s great! 😊💕
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DO YOU PINCH YOURSELF, TOO?
I used to believe that my father was the God of War.
Called many names by many people, my sister and I knew him as the one that kneeled to tie our shoelaces before school, the one that painted murals of gardens on our bedroom walls and taught us how to hold rolly pollys in the palm of our hands without crushing them. When he tucked us in to our beds at night, I remember thinking that his own hands looked as if they had soaked up a dusk sky, bruised with deep purples that blurred pink and yellow around the edges. His knuckles were always scratched, and one night they split open without him noticing, and dark drops of red fell and seeped into our white comforter as he pulled it to our chins. It was only a little stain, and I couldn’t understand why my mother screamed at him so, because my father tried to wash that comforter the next day. When he took it out of the dryer though, the whole thing had turned a rosy pink.
As a boy, my father fought to live, and even though he didn’t need to anymore, he couldn’t stop—didn’t want to. Now that death wasn’t breathing down the back of his neck, I think he needed some other validation that he was alive, the way people pinch themselves to make sure they’re awake.
After my father turned the comforter pink, I began to wake up in the early hours of the morning when I heard the front door creak and click shut with the slow care of someone trying not to make any noise. If I crouched at the top of the stairs and peeked my head through the gaps in the railing, I could see my father standing by the front door, bathed in the weak light that filtered in from the windows of the front porch. Every twilight he stood there, and I could never quite tell for how long, but I always stayed crouched on the top of the stairs with him, as if we were bound in some sort of solidarity of stillness. I’m not sure he ever knew I was there.
In the beginning, I worried—wondered where he went for hours after telling us goodnight; wondered if you can really know a person without being acquainted with who they are when they’re not with you. I think I came to understand him though, I think a kind of baptism occured at the top of those stairs in which I inherited the need to convince myself that I too am living instead of just alive. So my worry withered away. My father always came home bloodied and bruised, but he always came home.
I know now that those who have the habit of orchestrating battles and flinging themselves into wars do so to appease a kind of sacrosanct hunger, and that to stop doing so would mean to starve.
Ever wonder what happens to a star that goes too close to a black hole? The star falls in completely and everything vanishes....
Well, actually, if the star gets close enough to the black hole, it’s gravity will pull away the outer layers of the star, or disrupt the star. While some of the star will fall into the black hole to never be seen again, most of the star's gas doesn’t fall into it. The gas that survives creates stellar tidal disruption events, which can be as bright as a supernova.
In this artist's illustration, a star has just passed a massive black hole and sheds gas to create the stellar tidal distruption that continues to orbit. The inner edge of a disk of gas and dust surrounding the black hole is heated by the event and may glow long after the star is gone. Illustration Credit: NASA, JPL-Caltech
happy 2,102nd birthday to mark antony! the only reason we know his exact birth date two thousand years later is because after his death the senate officially cursed the day of his birth and we have calendar fragments saying january 14th is a Bad Day due to being antony’s birthday. and i think that’s beautiful
happy 2103rd bday mark antony
Little Women (2019) dir. Greta Gerwig
A fortune teller displays her cards in Jemaa el Fna square in Marrakesh, Morocco, June 1971.Photograph by Thomas J. Abercrombie, National Geographic
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— Berivan
Patterns of delicate flowers stitched onto white fabric, rolling knolls of thick, green grass, and handmade fruit bowls filled with peaches. The tickle of a wet paintbrush against skin as someone you love paints a splash of pink daisies across your back. Skirts hoisted on adventures through wooded paths, one voice and then many raised to sing a familiar song—feeling of a sewing needle breaking through thick cloth. The glow of a light muffled by bedsheets at dark as you try to read a book underneath the covers, the bustle of a busy cottage kitchen on a day of celebration, locking eyes across the room without anybody else noticing.
Jess
— Jess
Light cotton trousers and dark satin ribbons against dark hair. The spike of a cathedral against a purple sky, rain-slicked cobblestone, and glasses set down on an open-faced book. Closed-lip smiles that break into open-mouthed smiles with dimples to match. A spray of light freckles that you trace across a lover’s skin as you talk, and talk, and talk. Comfortable silences that follow. Hands stained with pencil lead and black ink, light straw picnic baskets on bright green fields, lips stained red with strawberries and then lipstick. Stopping to watch a street musician and resting your head on someone’s shoulder with a contented sigh.
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If I could just live in that scene in little women where the girls are having there like secret club meeting dressed in men’s clothes and Laurie jumps out and makes a speech and hands out keys and everyone is giggling and happy and playful, if I could just live in that scene forever I would.