whatever walked there, walked alone.

you are a walking metaphor for death and decay. everything you are and were is already crumbling into the earth.

[weltenwellen]

Velimir Khlebnikov, Collected Works, Vol. 3: Selected Poems, tr. by Paul Schmidt

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details @ zuhair murad fall 2017

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[glazedeye-s]

THE PARTHENON: former temple on the athenian acropolis, greece, dedicated to the patron goddess athena, (438 b.c.).

THE PANTHEON: former roman temple, the best-preserved building from ancient Rome (c. 125).

[barcarole]

Edward Elgar’s drafts for his Enigma Variations, Op. 36, ca. 1910s.

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[mr-entj]

A student once asked anthropologist Margaret Mead, “What is the earliest sign of civilization?” The student expected her to say a clay pot, a grinding stone, or maybe a weapon. Margaret Mead thought for a moment, then she said, “A healed femur.” A femur is the longest bone in the body, linking hip to knee. In societies without the benefits of modern medicine, it takes about six weeks of rest for a fractured femur to heal. A healed femur shows that someone cared for the injured person, did their hunting and gathering, stayed with them, and offered physical protection and human companionship until the injury could mend. Mead explained that where the law of the jungle—the survival of the fittest—rules, no healed femurs are found. The first sign of civilization is compassion, seen in a healed femur.

— Ira Byock, The Best Care Possible: A Physician’s Quest to Transform Care Through the End of Life (x)

[harlings]

Ampfield, United States by Annie Spratt

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 by  nikkiritmeijer

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Jean Paul Gaultier - Spring Couture 2007

[kobiety-pistoletyy]

“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.”

— Sylvia Plath (via sylviaplathquotes)

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spirit hold, Holly Warburton

[themakeupbrush]

Zuhair Murad S/S 2019 Couture

[olennastyrell]

There can be no peace for us. Only misery or the greatest happiness.

Anna Karenina (2012) dir. Joe Wright

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samuel cirnansck ss 2012

[lets-throw-bacchanal]

All the cute nicknames Victor Frankenstein called his son throughout the book:

catastrophe 

miserable monster

demoniacal corpse to which I have so miserably given life

an ugly mummy

a thing such as even Dante could not have conceived,

the filthy daemon to whom I have given life

no human

the wretch whom I had created

sight tremendous and abhorred

unearthly ugly being

too horrible for human eyes

miserable head

vile insect

abhorred monster

wretched devil

you, whose joint wickedness might desolate the world

too horrible for human eyes to behold

the filthy mass that moved and talked

wretch whom I dreaded

villain

monster of my creation

fiend

figure most hideous and abhorred

+ bonus - all the cute ways captain Robert Walton described Victor’s son on 1 page:

a form which I cannot find words to describe

never did I behold a vision so horrible as his face, of such loathsome, yet appalling hideousness

tremendous being

scary and unearthly in his ugliness

Tag yourself I’m “the filthy mass that moved and talked”