Reid Miles. Model Beside Notre Dame’s Gargoyle Le Penseur. 1964
I Am Collective Memories • Follow me, — says Visual Ratatosk
todays bird

oozey mess
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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$LAYYYTER
NASA

Janaina Medeiros
Cosmic Funnies
One Nice Bug Per Day
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

@theartofmadeline
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Andulka
Sweet Seals For You, Always
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Reid Miles. Model Beside Notre Dame’s Gargoyle Le Penseur. 1964
I Am Collective Memories • Follow me, — says Visual Ratatosk
Doodles of the characters from Donna Tartt's The Secret History
The Argus editorial staff is currently preparing its first issue.
Tolkien (Bilbo) Inktober challenge ( @gnometheartist is to blame!) First three I drew with just regular ink, but I got bored and stopped drawing for a few days...and then I did the last picture, an experiment that combines ink drawing + scratching (in the background) ! I want to try this technique more in the next drawings ♥
The Monastery of Holy Trinity is pictured on a rock high above the city of Meteora, Greece, seen on April 8, 2025.
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
Sylvia Plath, aged 25, from "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath" (dated May 3, 1958)
who let this bird on the train
!!! That was my first thought
C.S. Lewis: oh and yeah, the stars are actually people who are functionally immortal (unless bitten by a witch who's shapeshifted into a snake) and come down to earth for rest periods wherein they look like normal humans and eat fire-berries until they can go be stars again, but they can be banished too and become magicians—
me: hold on
C.S. Lewis: keep up, there are also sea people (not mermaids) who have entire civilisations underwater, with dark purple hair and ivory skin, and they ride giant seahorses, and are very aggressive—
me: wait a second
C.S. Lewis: aren't you listening, because there is also a world underneath Narnia with many different sections, including one where Father Time sleeps until the end of the world, and a world underneath that called Bism where gems live and can be juiced like fruit—
me: just hang on a minute
C.S. Lewis: so you don't want to hear about how a centaur feeds both stomachs?
People will be like “dark academia is unrealistic and unattainable” whilst most post will just be like… book… cup of coffee… forest… library… shirt collar… lecture hall…
Life becomes so much more fun when you realise that it isn’t unattainable, you’re allowed to romanticise and make a deal out of stuff for no one but yourself.
I think I could very happily live the rest of my life as a spinster and not miss romance.
What troubles me is that I don't think I could sleep easy in an empty house.
Academia Historical Fiction Recommendations
The Silver Branch, by Rosemary Sutcliff: Light Academia; Medicine; Spring; Roman Britain; 3rd century
Two on a Tower, by Thomas Hardy: Romantic Academia; Astronomy; Summer; England; 19th century
The Name of the Rose, by Umberto Eco: Dark Academia; Philosophy; Autumn; Italy; 14th century
Laurus, by Eugene Vodolazkin: Chaotic Academia; Medicine and Theology; Winter; Russia; 15th century
He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you'd expect, and none of the ones you wouldn't. "There he is," people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.
Honestly, you don't need dating advice save for "just be yourself". If a guy isn't seduced by your extensive lecture about coealacanths, or a girl isn't impressed by you gaming the McDonald's systems to finesse yourself 30 free chicken nuggets, you're on a date with the wrong person. Not a bad person, but one that isn't the right match for you, and the way you want to live.
First dates are for showing someone "hey this is the kind of life I like to be living", them doing the same, until you find someone who clicks and you both think "fuck yeah I want to live like this." Whether that's sitting in a café judging joggers, or casually committing small crime for shits and giggles.
if you're not being yourself and they fall in love with you, then they didn't really fall in love with you, y'know?