Crystalmir

[marlynnofmany]

If this isn't already on Tumblr, it deserves to be.

[geologywonders]

Polished Druzy Sphere amathyst

📷 Lappidary_crystal

#minerals #geology

[holespoles]

The Fairy Procession by Errol Le Cain (1941-1989)

[bannertanks]

[beemovieerotica]

remember when this was the craziest thing politicians ever said

[evilwizard]

this could work. we never tried it

[lezbianz]

this is for a part-time job as a barista

[inactiveaccount082024]

on an application to work the front desk of a hotel

[chasetriesagain]

If minimum wage you'd like to make, This ancient quiz you'll have to take.

Step right up, but be prepared. Those who fail are poverty-snared. Question One! If your labor proves most fruitful, Raking quarters by the bootful, Who should excess profits reap, Me the wolf or you the sheep? Question Two! If, by merit, you're made pope, What will be your fervent hope? Law and order justly paired? Or mercy and the guilty spared?

Question Three! If a train should leave Topeka Driven by a solar squeaker, How then should the cat behave? Give it milk or give it grave? Question Four! Do you have a criminal record?

[angelsaxis]

Today on Hozier liked

[kaydeefalls]

“Years and years ago, there was a production of The Tempest, out of doors, at an Oxford college on a lawn, which was the stage, and the lawn went back towards the lake in the grounds of the college, and the play began in natural light. But as it developed, and as it became time for Ariel to say his farewell to the world of The Tempest, the evening had started to close in and there was some artificial lighting coming on. And as Ariel uttered his last speech, he turned and he ran across the grass, and he got to the edge of the lake and he just kept running across the top of the water — the producer having thoughtfully provided a kind of walkway an inch beneath the water. And you could see and you could hear the plish, plash as he ran away from you across the top of the lake, until the gloom enveloped him and he disappeared from your view. And as he did so, from the further shore, a firework rocket was ignited, and it went whoosh into the air, and high up there it burst into lots of sparks, and all the sparks went out, and he had gone. When you look up the stage directions, it says, ‘Exit Ariel.’”

— Tom Stoppard, University of Pennsylvania, 1996 (via flameintobeing)

[urgetocreate]

Kobayashi Kiyochika (Japanese 1847-1915), Fireflies by the Kinu River, 1930, Color woodblock print

[agnesmontague]

ive invented (note: dubious claim) something i call the bear diet which is mostly fruits and vegetables with fish as the main protein source and something like once a month you eat a few hyperprocessed foods of your liking because that is when you, the bear, raid a dumpster in the suburbs

[stellarskyes]

after the hyperprocessed foods, do you take tranquilizers to simulate getting captured by animal control and returned to the wild?

[agnesmontague]

i would settle for melatonin gummies but well. knock yourself out

[prunelya]

Lea O'Connell

Le Grand Hôtel Campo del Fiori abandonné à Varèse, en Italie, construit en 1912.

[only-cat-memes]

[animentality]

[ur-favorite-fishgirl]

if you vote me for president i vow to make everything the ocean again. no more land only ocean. this will solve all of our problems and replace them with new, far more interesting problems

[newyorkthegoldenage]

C.R.W. Nevinson, New York by Night, ca. 1922. Oil on canvas.

Nevinson was a British artist who visited New York after World War I. His boasting and exaggerated claims of war experiences, together with his depressive and temperamental personality, made him many enemies in both the U.S. and Britain. In 1920, the critic Charles Lewis Hind wrote of Nevinson: "It is something, at the age of thirty-one, to be among the most discussed, most successful, most promising, most admired, and most hated British artists."

Photo: Magnolia Box

[newyorkthegoldenage]

C.R.W. Nevinson, New York by Night, ca. 1922. Oil on canvas.

Nevinson was a British artist who visited New York after World War I. His boasting and exaggerated claims of war experiences, together with his depressive and temperamental personality, made him many enemies in both the U.S. and Britain. In 1920, the critic Charles Lewis Hind wrote of Nevinson: "It is something, at the age of thirty-one, to be among the most discussed, most successful, most promising, most admired, and most hated British artists."

Photo: Magnolia Box

[mervynbunter]

You said something in “Smith” which I hope I grasped, and there was a feeling almost of recognition. An odd feeling of grief overcame me when I read it. I cannot explain my feelings any clearer. It was like hearing a piece of music from way back, except that it was nearer poetry by Graves’ definition. Thank you very much for writing it.

Terry Pratchett, in a letter to J. R. R. Tolkien, 22 November 1967

Thank you very much for your letter. The first one that I have received with regard to Smith of Wootton Major. You evidently feel about the story very much as I do myself. I can hardly say more.

J. R. R. Tolkien, in reply to Pratchett’s letter, 24 November 1967

[thesetwoutes]

This is the first I've ever seen this and it makes me wonder if it's why Pratchett was always so conscientious about responding to letters from kids.

[vaspider]

If you were wondering: in November 1967, Terry Pratchett was 19 years old.

[rock-n-roll-fantasy]

And he did in fact say on at least one occasion that it was this that pushed him to always engage with his own fans in the same kind and conscientious manner.