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@darthruaky
Sunset in Winter, 1900. Nils Hans Christiansen
“I think there is a certain age, for women, when you become fearless. It may be a different age for every woman, I don’t know. It’s not that you stop fearing things: I’m still afraid of heights, for example. Or rather, of falling — heights aren’t the problem. But you stop fearing life itself. It’s when you become fearless in that way that you decide to live. Perhaps it’s when you come to the realization that the point of life isn’t to be rich, or secure, or even to be loved — to be any of the things that people usually think is the point. The point of life is to live as deeply as possible, to experience fully. And that can be done in so many ways.”
— Theodora Goss
You ever think about how in Socialist Bolivia they get these gorgeous Neo Andean buildings with these beautiful bright colors and bold forms, meanwhile in the capitalist world we get Frank Gehry, who's buildings appear hostile to human life and sanity and generally look like if skyscrapers had tumors and they tried to make those tumors into real buildings; and who's attempt at a "brain health center" would probably turn you into the fucking Joker if you went there?
...I'm actually not joking about that last one, look at it:
It's like if they gentrified a fucking Psychonauts level...
“Every time I hear a political speech or I read those of our leaders, I am horrified at having, for years, heard nothing which sounded human. It is always the same words telling the same lies. And the fact that men accept this, that the people’s anger has not destroyed these hollow clowns, strikes me as proof that men attribute no importance to the way they are governed; that they gamble – yes, gamble – with a whole part of their life and their so called ‘vital interests.’”
— Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1935-1942
Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
yellow is the sky
Yellow is the earth
yellow is the sea
Yellow is the wind
yellow is you, yellow is me
yellow will always be — 23
Dolly Alderton, Everything I Know About Love
“A delicate drowsiness is leading me into your gardens,”
// Anna Akhmatova, tr. by Judith Hemschemeyer, from The complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova; "To the artist"
Milk and 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺.
the holy trinity: beauty of the mind, richness of the spirit, tenderness of the heart.
"Nu, noi cei lași n-ar trebui să iubim!
Ne-nfricoșăm pe pământ și amețim pe-nălțimi, domesticim suferința, o facem câine de curte, pentru speranță ni-s bătăile inimii prea scurte..
Vezi-le cum trec și se scutură, vezi-le, florile, spicele, frunzele, zăpezile..
Fiecare-anotimp ne desparte pe unul de celălalt - și ne-apropie de moarte."