[planetquest]

tired of being a person. would much rather be an unidentifiable and nebulous entity that lives in the woods and may or may not be an omen of misfortune to come

[velvetmasonry]

Tigers by Antoine-Louis Barye, c. 1850-69

[kata4a]

Ye knowe eek, that in forme of speche is chaunge With-inne a thousand yeer, and wordes tho That hadden prys, now wonder nyce and straunge Us thinketh hem; and yet they spake hem so, And spedde as wel in love as men now do.

chaucer, Troilus and Criseyde c. 1380

[youzicha]

glossary: eek also and even tho at the time prys great value wonder a cause for astonishment nyce stupid spedde succeeded

You know the form of language, too, can change. Within a thousand years, even the words that were most precious then, seem strange and foolish to us; yet they spoke them so and did no worse in love than we now do.

[artstore-pl]

Vincent van Gogh Undergrowth 1887

[perriaeyjeve]

[antiqueanimals]

Lives of Game Animals, Volume 3. 1927. Written and illustrated by Ernest Thompson Seton.

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[dailyclassicart]

Carl Gustav Carus - "Moonlight over pine trees"

[aux-amours-diluviennes]

“Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.”

— Hermann Hesse, Narcissus and Goldmund  (via thequotejournals)

[petaltexturedskies]

One day you’ll have whatever it is you’re now so confusedly seeking. That kind of calm that comes from knowing oneself and others. But you can’t rush the arrival of that state of mind. There are things you only learn when no one teaches them. And that’s how it is with life. There’s even more beauty in discovering it for yourself, in spite of the suffering.

Clarice Lispector, from “Gertrudes asks for advice” in The Complete Stories

[nonporous]

[stonersh1t-deactivated20220119]

“In nature nothing is lost, nothing is created, everything is transformed”

[dalals]

Byzantine mosaics found on the ceiling of the Mausoleum of Galla Placidia in Ravenna, Italy.

[insacredlight]

[east-of-nowhere]

“Home is where the trees look normal” is the sweetest, saddest, most nostalgic truth I’ve ever heard.

[no-where-new-hero]

deleting my dating apps because i want to find love the old fashioned way (pissing off a witch, taking on the form of an old woman, getting a job as a cleaning lady in a heartless wizard’s castle, visiting Wales, and discovering said heartless wizard matches my freak)

[antiqueanimals]

ABC Book. 1923. Designed by Cuton Wood and C.B. Falls. 1923.

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[greelin]

great. i was hoping my childhood would follow me forever and attach itself to my psyche and spread like mold. This is good

[feignedremote]

Mikhail Shemyakin, "Raskolnikov in His Room" (1985), illustration for Fyodor Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment