моя утома

everything eats and is eaten, time is fed

[folklorespring]

Reminder that russians have kidnapped thousands of Ukrainian children and relocated them to russia where children are being "re-educated" to erase their Ukrainian identity and are being raised as russians.

[folklorespring]

i've never seen the way season 3 of the interview with the vampire releases in any other shows. why is the release time a surprise? never be relaxed, an episode can come out at any point in time

[folklorespring]

Kryvorivnia village, Ukraine. Photo by Paraska Plytka-Horytsvit

[64mpg]

ads targeted to women: omg you are thirtyyyy. kill yourself

[64mpg]

ads targeted to men: this product will NOT make you gay seriously

[folklorespring]

Enjoying the last bearable days before the heatwave. Too bad they're boiling me like a potato soon.

[gamblersprayer]

[yume-fanfare]

modern social media should stop offering "sync with your phone contacts to follow them" options and start offering "block all your phone contacts so they never see your account" options

[photoarchive]

Mohamed Yahia Issa, Untitled, 1975

[folklorespring]

Sometimes you vaguepost not to be annoying, but to complain about something to a few people only. And then somebody reblogs it and puts exactly what you were being vague about in the tags 😭

[freakoutgirl]

"all you ever do is complain" that's not true. I also resent.

[freakoutgirl]

and love..........

[vintage-ukraine]

Morning. Moryntsi by Oleksiy Fishchenko, 1961

Contemplative Evening. Moryntsi by Oleksiy Fishchenko, 1961

[trickstarbrave]

BITING YOU BITING YOU BITING YOU

[folklorespring]

Mirror Fence by Alyson Shotz

[vivid-sector]

doomscrolling thru the weather app

[folklorespring]

Rugs from Ukraine:

Vinnytsia region, 1827

Chernihiv region, 19th century

Cherkasy region, 1831

Poltava region, 18th century

National Museum of Decorative Arts of Ukraine

[folklorespring]

Spouses. Author unknown, mid-20th century, Ukraine. Ivan Honchar Museum.

[apoemaday]

Names

by Wendy Cope

She was Eliza for a few weeks When she was a baby -- Eliza Lily. Soon it changed to Lil.

Later she was Miss Steward in the baker’s shop And then ‘my love’, ‘my darling’, Mother.

Widowed at thirty, she went back to work As Mrs. Hand. Her daughter grew up, Married and gave birth.

Now she was Nanna. ‘Everybody Calls me Nanna,’ she would say to visitors. And so they did -- friends, tradesmen, the doctor.

In the geriatric ward They used the patients’ Christian names. ‘Lil’ we said, ‘or Nanna’ But it wasn’t in her file And for those last bewildered weeks She was Eliza once again.