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Marianne H W Robilliard  (fl.1908-1920) , âDraped Female..â, âThe International Studioâ, 1909 Source
A Young Woman Waiting for the Bus, Syracuse, Dawoud Bey, 1985
Apollon and Hermes
Daniel Nikolaus Chodowiecki, (Exlibris David FriedlÀnder), Berlin 1774
â V for Vendetta
movie posters â dead poets society (1989)
medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. but poetry, beauty, romance, love â these are what we stay alive for.
moodboards: The Picture of Dorian GrayÂ
The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curve of your lips rewrite history.
this website is so toxicÂ
With a taste of your lips Iâm on a ride
the fact that stars exist and we can look at them every single night for free just makes me go !!!!!!!!!!!!
She lives the poetry she cannot write.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via sempiternele)
REBLOG if you think feminist means equal rights for all genders
I need to prove a point to someone
Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, a pair of star-crossed lovers take their life, whose misadventured piteous overthrows doth, with their death, bury their parentsâ strife. The fearful passage of their death-marked love and the continuance of their parentsâ rage, which, but their childrenâs end, naught could remove, is now the two hoursâ traffic of our stage.
Romeo + Juliet (1996), dir. Baz Luhrmann
Cover Redesigns | William Shakespeare
In the new age, Artemis is a girl who doesnât believe in love. Aims her arrows at the stars, sees Orion in the night sky. Drops her bow, doesnât pick it up again. (The twenty-first century has no room for warriors and huntresses and goddesses who bleed silver, if they bleed at all.) In the new age, Apollo is a boy who loves far too deeply. Falls head over heels for a girl wreathed in laurel. Out there, in a big city somewhere, Eros laughs. (The twenty-first century has no space for poets and musicians and golden-hearted gods left shining alone.) In the new age, the twins canât find each other. The forests are cut down and the sun hides behind smoke. On an island off the coast of Greece, Leto weeps.
we built ourselves a dystopia | m.j. (via fairytalesques)
the aesthetics of the gods
Aphrodite: the bruises of love bites left by lovers on necks and thighs; smudged lipstick from hasty kisses; blood red roses with their sharp thorns still intact; the way you hug someone you love when you reunite after a lengthy separation
Apollo: polished instruments gleaming, held like the most precious of jewels by their owners; a sunny day with a clear blue sky where there are no clouds in sight; the rough script of poems penned out on scraps of paper or napkins before they're forgotten; when music is so loud that you feel it reverberating in your bones; the pale lines of fading scars
Ares: the hands of a fighter, short finger nails and bloodied knuckles; split lips that have scabbed over; the smooth and intricate lines of old weapons you see mounted on museum walls; deep trenches dug out from the earth; the way barbed wire contrasts against whatever it surrounds
Artemis: loose braids with wild flowers slipped in; the majesty of tall trees stretching up endlessly towards the heavens; the wide and captivating eyes of wild deer; cloudy nights where the moon is just barely peeking through; the colorful fletching of arrows drawn back to rest upon cheeks and along jaws
Athena: the straight and steady way a soldier stands at attention; fingertips smudged with ink; a stack of books to read piled on the floor or a nightstand; eyes gleaming with the glow of new ideas; the quiet and contemplative aura of museums and libraries
Demeter: the way sunlight catches dust motes in the air through the gaps in the leaves of the trees; the feeling of life you get from standing in the middle of an orchard with bees buzzing around you; crocuses and snowdrops peeking through the last dredges of winter's snow
Hades: the bleached bones of animals in the forest when moss has begun to engulf them; the way that graveyard angels look like they're weeping in the rain; the solemn aura of old churches, citadels, synagogues, temples, and mosques
Hephaestus: the pleasure of holding something you've created in your palms; the soft glow of heated metal; the intricate beauty of cogs and gears fitting together precisely and working in tandem; the smooth and polished surfaces of high-rise business buildings
Hera: the lacy white of flowing wedding gowns; the way a couple's hands look clasped together; pairs of old wedding rings that are scratched from years of use; the feeling of surrealism that comes from looking at old family portraits; getting used to sharing a space with someone else and then seeing the mannerisms you've unknowingly adopted from them
Hermes: the way that the low beam headlights of a car touch the roads that stretch ever onwards at night; old maps yellowed at the corners from their age; the way that things rush past when you look out the window of a car or train; quick hands slipping deftly into pockets and taking what they find
Hestia: the light and protection of street lights in an otherwise dark city; the warmth of your bed on cold winter mornings; the heat of a fire as you sit around it with people you love; the comfort of a home-cooked meal
Poseidon: the way light looks when you're seeing it shine down from deep underwater; the effervescent colors of cresting waves; the eery beauty of shipwrecks; the ripples created when you trail your fingertips through still waters; dust clouds kicked up by the passing of strong hooves
Zeus: the way that storm clouds darken the edge of the horizon; silhouettes framed against the sky by flashes of lightning; the splay of feathers of a bird's outstretched wings; the polished and tarnished brass of old fashioned scales
You: fuckboy
Me, an intellectual: Zeus
me: *expects everyone to have a deep understanding of greek myth*
me: *is shocked and appalled when i discover that this is not in fact a reality*
