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she was initially formed out of pottery clay but came to life because it was her true hearts wish to be friends with everybody in the world and the princess of the faeries helped her
Guillotine earrings commemorating the execution of Louis XVI during France’s Reign of Terror, c. 1793
’ēlî ’ēlî lāmāh ‘ăzavtānî. my god my god, you relinquish me? in this, the child of nazareth recites verses he knows, verses his mother recited, too, once. the closure of things in the opening of the cut on his neck; the closure of things in his father's role for him. he's tired, unlucky. the cup's too runny, though he's thirsty now, though no hyssop nor oil feels right. he fell on his knees in the morning, he feels the nails in his feet now. his mother recited these verses: that's his last thought on this cross, in golgotha, miles from nazareth
ăzavtānî—עֲזַבְתָּנִי. "my god, my god, you relinquish me?" the hebrew here is not forsake, not necessarily. the root עָזַב is closer to loosen, relinquish, let go of. there's this yielding, this gooey and off-line grip that's lost in the verb. the child of nazareth, quoting this, is reciting verses on god's off-ness. it's the feeling of falling from a cupped touch; it's the feeling of a lover's breath on your neck then off of it. god is not forsaking himself, he's losing it
the internet seems like a distant dream
whatever we are on rn is not the internet. It's ads
if I had a melkor iwould. haha well. decline him like a 1st conjugation deponent verb. melkor melkaris melkatur. and so on.
2.22.25 st. joseph and child jesus
palestinian women collecting fruit 🤍
Sister Corita Kent: Immaculate Heart College Art Department Rules, 1965
from works and nights (1965), alejandra pizarnik
from works and nights (1965), alejandra pizarnik
Wong Kar-wai: In the Mood for Love (2000)
Deer with a tree on its back, holding up a mandala. Japan, Nanboku-chō period, 14th century [650x950]
Source: https://reddit.com/r/ArtefactPorn/comments/dlzmc7/deer_with_a_tree_on_its_back_holding_up_a_mandala/
Alain Delon, November 8, 1935 – August 18, 2024.
With Romy Schneider.
Wounded Crane with an Arrow in its Breast Before Setting Sun (Max Klinger, 1857 - 1920)
Kyiv in the 90s, photographed by Peter Ford