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Eve, 1885, Gustave Moreau
Medium: watercolor
From Parsifal, illustrated by Willy Pogany (1882-1955), 1912 edition. Via.
Sinking In
Gouache on paper, 2019
by Kelly Louise Judd
Can I watch a great film knowing the actresses in it were terrorized and mistreated the entire time? Can I watch a football game knowing that the players are getting brain injuries right before my eyes? Can I listen to my favorite albums anymore knowing that the singers were all beating their wives in between studio sessions? Can I eat at the new fancy taco place knowing when the building that used to be there got bulldozed eight families got kicked out of their homes so they could be replaced with condos and a chain restaurant? Can I wear the affordable clothes I bought downtown that were probably assembled in a sweatshop with child labor? Can I eat quinoa? Can I eat this burger? Can I drink this bottled water? Can I buy a car and drive to work because I’m sick of taking an hour each way on the subway? Whose bones do I stand on? Whose bones am I standing on right now?
On one hand, it’s a privilege to be able to choose to acknowledge these horrors or not–we’re going to acknowledge that privilege. On the other hand, I once attended a lecture by the explorerer-conservationist Jacques-Yves Cousteau’s daughter and son and they had a lot of opinions about what we could do to help the environment and the ocean and I talked about how in my country, we have to drink bottled water, because it’s a desert and there’s only salt water all around, but we’re contributing to pollution and all of these things…
And she looked at me and told me not to fall into the trap of “activist guilt.” I couldn’t remember the exact words, but, it was the first time I’d heard the term and it took a weight off my shoulders.
We do what we can. It’s so much better than giving up entirely or not doing anything at all because we can’t do it perfectly. It doesn’t benefit anyone in the end if we just sit around feeling guilty about every little thing in life. I’d just joined tumblr back then (haha, so like, eight or nine years ago at this point?), I was being exposed to way more than I’d ever been before (I was previously just into feminism and animal rights/wildlife conservation/environmentalism since I was a kid), and it was weighing on me.
As long as humans are humans and living flawed lives, many consumed by greed, there will not be anything in this world untouched by evil.
I usually avoid stuff that says it was made in China or other cheap looking knockoffs, out of fear of them being made in sweatshops (now, I know even a lot of big brands use those…), it’s exhausting. Then, I read something about how people who actually lived and worked in those would still buy this cheap stuff and how this shocked the foreigner reporting on it, but they just looked confused like, it’s what they can afford and them avoiding consuming it isn’t going to change the whole system from the ground-up.
… it went on about how “money talks” and choosing where to put your money still feeds the whole capitalist system and is nearly a way of comforting yourself, but you not buying doesn’t mean everyone else isn’t. What needs to be tackled is at a much higher level than any of us can reach.
Of course, I’d still, given the choice, give my money to companies I agree with and I’ll boycott what I know to support awful stuff, but I also feel no superiority over this and know now it’s not as black and white or easy as I thought it was.
This is the same reason that moral purity “you can’t enjoy [x] because it’s Problematic ™” is such nonsense, because nothing is pure. There’s something bad about everything if you dig deep enough. As long as we lived in flawed human societies we’ve got to make the best of what they offer us. If you have the choice and means, please, do support those who do good, but also, don’t beat yourself up over not living up to an unattainable ideal.
No one can. You’ll just make yourself so miserable, you either burn up and stop fighting entirely or you’ll make yourself a non-productive, depressed heap just out of a bleeding heart left unchecked. You can’t make a change to this world if you refuse to engage in it.
Have a related article with self-care tips for activists.
Purity is one of the worst, most harmful myths humans ever invented.
DORÉ, Gustave (1832-1883)
The Sphere of Saturn (Paradiso, Canto XXI, vv. 29-30) Ed. Orig. Lic. Ed.
“Agnosco veteris vestigia flammae.”
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Virgil, The Aeneid (Book IV)
Translation: “I recognize the traces of an old flame.”
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Hieroglyphica, Filippo Alberici. Italy ~ ca.1507 British Library. Bibliothèque Infernale on FB
Rising sun (cropped) - Artist unknown, Japanese - c.1904-1905 - via MFA Boston
YOSHIMOTO Gesso(吉本月荘 Japanese, 1881-1936)
Torii at Miyajima
The Moon and Seashore
Coastal Sunrise
Red Sunset
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FRANZ von STUCK, Es war einmal, 1891.
the girl who has everything
there is something to be said for the girl who appears to have everything. there is a pain that accompanies this earthly presentation of a “success” that is inanimately mundane. some assume fame is the path to immortality. but i tell you this could not be farther from the truth of reality. energy doesn’t lie. what is the force that works behind those beautiful eyes? one of truth... or one of lies? she fools those who know not who they are or what they seek.... this naturally offering her a power that can be paralyzing... tantalizing. creating a barrier of limitation around her soul that prevents her from existing past what is okay for those who idolize her role in the movie of their false existential reality. beyond the role of the icon... who is she? creating a channel of energy from the hearts of people who are striving to be something they can’t be... unconsciously feeding off their energy. all because they are in love with a life that they have imagined her to lead. but it is all illusory. these devices they blind us so deeply that we can no longer see. we ache for things we have forgotten how to BE. you see, those who know the truth know her path is not the one they seek. it requires a dedication towards that which most mindsets would be oblique. a parallel may be able to fare well with her reality but after some time it may reveal itself be too meek. for even one who seems to have everything still exists on the spectrum between nothing and everything. the humaness of our reality is real. though the way we perceive it can become warped as we become a slave to our minds trickery and thus, become illusory. amidst the variations of what life means there is a flow there is a dance there is a balance in order to rise out of the chaos into higher consciousness and dimensions of understanding reality so as to coexist peacefully and WHOLE heartedly... there requires a dis-identification from the ego personality construct, which is built by false idols perpetuating the existence of a yearning to be someone we think we must be to survive a judgmental & insanely disconnected society,,and a reconnection with the soul.
that which is aware that it is all things. you see, we are not these stories. but they do provide us with the teachings necessary to rise above the conditioning and allow us to connect more deeply to soil which is the heart and soul of our eternal mother. this body is a temple in which your true self dwells for a time to bring healing to the parts of the world who are caught up in the paralyzingly claustrophobic attachment to a linear time of a fear based mentality. time is cyclical it does not abide by the rules of what we have come to call traditional. you do not need to be one way or the other there is infinite time and space for you to explore whatever. there is no such thing as lesser or greater. all exists simultaneously on a spectrum that constantly wavers. she who may appear to be all things could just be a girl who feels pressure to be something to everyone but her self and so she becomes good at being a doll on a shelf because to her that’s the only place she’ll ever find worth for her self. take an honest look at your idols. have you allowed fantasies and tricky imageries to become your bible? are you worshipping someone who could be a false idol? in hopes of meaning as much to the world as they do with their substance-less titles? are you feeding energy to something that will never truly fulfill you on a level that is as deep as the sky is blue? are you using this app as a way to distract? real healing takes place in your ability to pace your self and be present enough to feel the true state of your mental health. and allow your body to be at peace right where it’s at. all we have is this moment. all you have to do is arrive to it. free from all thoughts of being better or having more. you are an abundantly creative magician you must leave all that lack and limitation!!!!! who are you if you aren’t living to please others? who would you be if there was no one to please? what would you feel like if you had no one and still had “everything?” these are things i have been asking the girl who is “me.” for so long i felt i had to do everything for everyone in my family and this duty seeped out in to all the other things surrounding me. now i know that everyone is taking care of their own things.... i’m left with me. and now i’m asking, “who am i? and who do i want to be?” it’s exhilarating and liberating but only now am i realizing that the greatest fear i’ll ever face is my fear of being free. that’s why i frequently delete this app. to maintain my sanity. and to drop in to what it feels like to just BE. from my heart, to yours. 𓂀
Evgeni Gordiets
Gennady Spirin
Nada Shvegovich, Narcissus
Ray Caesar, The Kingdom
(FERDINAND KNAB, 1834-1902)
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