John William Waterhouse: Master of Pre-Raphaelite romance.
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John William Waterhouse: Master of Pre-Raphaelite romance.
When I say "godspeed" (I say it a lot) I like to imagine I'm a member of a futurism religion that worships velocity above all else. Like its the standard well-wishing in my culture. Speedliness is next to godliness. Someday we'll catch him! And the closer we get the more he loves us
Helen Whitaker, England
" Sycamore Seed "
Glass , copper and brass
Languages tend to peak at their word for butterfly. Never seen 2 that are the same, either. Papillon. Mariposa. Borboleta. Fluture. Vlinder. Schmetterling. Pillangó. Babochka. Farfalla. Sommerfugl. Perhonen. Farasha. Titali. Chōchō. Nabi. Húdié. Buom buom. Great job guys, i really mean it.
Dragonflies are good for this
''Summer Faeries series'' by Kazuaki Koseki
Rainbow raccoon 🦝
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We got Musk off our land. Let's build a monument to remind him he's a sad little b**** with no friends.
Not all heroes wear capes, sometimes they publish questionable card games
@reginaldkoettlitz and anyone else interested in reading Ursula K. Le Guin's essay "Heroes" about Scott and Shackleton, here's the full PDF!
[W]hat I admire in Shackleton, at that moment on the Barrier, is that he turned back. He gave up; he admitted defeat; and he saved his men. Unfortunately he also saved his pride by posturing a bit, playing hero. He couldn't admit that his weakness was his strength; he did the right thing, but said the wrong one. So I go on loving Shackleton, but with the slightest shade of contempt for his having boasted. But Scott, who did nearly everything wrong, why have I no such contempt for Scott? Why does he remain worthy in my mind of that awful beauty and freedom, my Antarctica? Evidently because he admitted his failure completely—living it through to its end, death. It is as if Scott realized that his life was a story he had to tell, and he had to get the ending right.
I won an evil laugh competition last night
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Bharati, Indian research station in Antarctica
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