quarks and stuff

xviii • intp-a • slytherin

[simena]

Marcel RIEDER  - Jeunes femmes sur la lande au clair de lune

[arsantiquis]

Clouds by Canaletto

[and-staurran]

“The wolf is a conventional symbol of marginality in Greek poetry. The wolf is an outlaw. He lives beyond the boundary of usefully cultivated and inhabited space marked off as the polis, in that blank no man’s land called to apeiron (“the unbounded”). Women, in the ancient view, share this territory spiritually and metaphorically (…)”

— Anne Carson, The Gender of Sound in Glass, Irony and God

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Gustave Flaubert, from a notebook entry written c. September 1839 (x)

[therepublicofletters]

Paintings by Monet at the Metropolitan Museum of Art

[bertanlicious]

Henri

[pixel-planetarium]

Foggy mornings at the Louvre

[richardgansvy]

“Name one hero who was happy.“

[essay-ism]

on poetry—an old one, but still gold

[daweyt]

If you feel like you’ve seen this alread, that’s normal. This list of recommendation has been previously posted on my first account @praestantias which has been deleted for some reasons. So here I am, reposting it. 

Hating how elitist and eurocentric the dark academia community became, I would truly appreciate that you leave some recommendation of book written by people of color, for I noticed that I am guilty of the eurocentric part, but I am really want to educate myself and read more non-white books. 

Thank you for your suggestions!

[pusluktalaratlasi]

Palace of Versailles in France

[joshpeck]

[theosvangogh-deactivated2021041]

ANTON CHEKHOV, Uncle Vanya tr. Hugh Aplin

[cassandraclare]

cut scene from Chain of Gold

London, Grosvenor Place, 1901

Once upon a time there was a prince with golden hair and dark green eyes. He was happy, until a prince from a neighboring kingdom told him that his mother the Queen had been unfaithful to his father the King.

In despair, the prince purchased from a faerie woman a potion that would force his mother to tell the truth. But when he gave it to her, she swooned away, near to death. The royal physicians came, and in their silence, they cured the Queen, but they could not save the child who would have been the next prince or princess of the realm. And worse, the truth was soon revealed: the Queen had never been unfaithful to the King.

It was then that the prince learned that innocence lost cannot be regained. There are stains that cannot be washed away. Not after years of repentance. Not in a whole lifetime of regret.

[proseandcons]

i would literally kill to walk around in a museum or a library right now. don’t even talk to me about coffee shops unless you want me to cry. god I miss being out and about

[thefugitivesaint]

Henry Ospovat (1877-1909), “Shakespeare’s Sonnets”, 1899 Source

[meiselr]

Penguin Classic Redesigns

The secret history