violet and black gossamer lace

The lawn is pressed by unseen feet, and ghosts return Gently at twilight, gently go at dawn, The sad intangible who grieve and yearn. T.S. ELIOT

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Un Chien Andalou (1929) Directed by Luis Buñuel

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Serafino Macchiati, “Le visionnaire”, 1904.

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astrophysicalsolipsist:

(via wingsforlashes, earlymornings)

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The tapir, by せばすちゃ on pixiv

Dreamed I was much younger and on some sort of vague journey.  I carried several tiny baby mice in my pockets - they were my family members.  At one point I told them that we must visit Vlad.  There were many streetlamps.

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naturalprairie:

Nocturne in Blue and Silver by James Abbott McNeill Whistler

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“When the gods in Egypt feared the monster Typhon, Pan bade them transform themselves into wild beasts the more easily to deceive him. Jove later killed him with a thunderbolt. By the will of the gods, since by his warning they had avoided Typhon’s violence, Pan was put among the number of the stars, Since at that time he had changed himself into a goat, he was called Aeocerus. We call him Capricorn.”

- Pseudo-Hyginus, Fabulae 196

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[mrsgrumpygills]

[hungrylikethewolfie]

No but guys, GUYS, we need to talk about how important this scene is.  Because the commonly accepted lore about unicorns is that they are so good and pure that they’ll only appear to young virginal girls.  Because Molly Grue is a middle-aged woman who has been living with bandits for most of her life and is as far from innocent and virginal as you’re likely to get.  Because she’s so angry that this creature, embodying everything that society tells her she’s lost, everything she’s thrown away through her own choices, is here now when all that The Unicorn represents is long since behind her.  Because she knows, in a way that only someone who’s been steeped in an oppressive system her entire life can ever know, that she’s missed her chance and doesn’t deserve to be seeing a unicorn now.

And you know what?  The Unicorn doesn’t give two fucks about her virginity, about her supposed loss of innocence and purity.  She’s not repelled by Molly being older, being experienced, being a full human person.  None of that has ever mattered to unicorns, only to the people telling stories about them.  Not only does she step in to physically comfort her here, but before long this bandit’s wife becomes her friend, closer to her in most ways than Schmendrick.

This story is fucking revolutionary, you guys, and I just have a lot of feelings about it.

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I heard Peter S. Beagle speak about this scene at a convention once. He said he just kept writing and writing into the scene and suddenly here was this powerful, moving dialogue which came out very strong and natural, flowing directly from inspiration.

He said it was one of those moments when “the writer just gets really lucky.” 

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[mirroir]

From Patterns In Nature by Peter S Stevens, 1974.

Found in the Central St Martins library.

All photographs are milk on a granite surface, except that (e) is glycerin, food colouring and ink.

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