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notre dame is burning.
this is ok.
it has happened before. it will happen again. it has been lost before. it will be lost again. and again. and again. and again. art and architecture are transient, and temporary, and 850 years may seem like a lot to the individual, who will live maybe 100 if they are very lucky and very healthy, but even the pyramids at saqqara have only existed for about 6000 years and that’s still not all that much, if you consider the grand scheme of things.
yes, this is terrible. as someone who is deeply religious and literally a professional historian with a focus on art and architecture, this is terrible. im mourning. im gutted. im horrified and upset and miserable. but.
it’s not over.
victor hugo wrote hunchback because notre dame du paris was in the process of collapsing and falling apart, and revitalized the entire world’s focus and love for this church, and that was not even 200 years ago. it led to it being renovated.
the roof has fallen in. the scars of fires are on its buttresses. the rose window has fallen out. the beams and piers have collapsed. the spire has toppled. the stones have suffered, and will suffer again, but it is not gone.
renovation work is essential. sometimes things collapse and burn and break and have to come back. it’s not a terrorist attack, it’s renovation, an accident, but we have so much evidence, history, carefully documented everything on one of the most studied places in the world.
it’s not the end.
Hey so, French person here. And also an ex History student. I’m here to say: Please listen to o.p. above.
Obviously everyone is shocked but here’s a few important key facts:
The roof is completely gone. Part of it dated back from the 13th century but the rest was from the 19th. The stone arch roof under the top roof is fine.
One of the three main stained glass rose windows has fallen out. Most of the other stained glass windows are okay.
The spire has fallen down and that’s the saddest part. BUT! It was in the process of being restored and the 16 statues that were there were removed just four days ago! So they’re fine.
The main structure is still here and nothing has “burned down” unlike what some people have been saying.
The “treasure” (sacred objects) is safe.
Notre Dame is still there. It’s just damaged. Almost nothing was lost today, and nobody was wounded either. It’s scary, but it’s gonna be okay.
I'm cold. I'm really cold. You ask me to tell you what I'm feeling. I'm a sad person, I always have been. You want me to be happy. You say please can you just be happy. I'm not, I'm not. And if you're goal in life is to make me happy you're going to find yourself frustrated because I'm not happy. I feel everything. I'm changing all the time.
“Self-destruction could also mean that you’re trying to be happy, productive and “being there for people” all the time. Happiness is good, but there’s beauty in giving yourself a warm cry every once in a while when things feel too much. Productivity is good, but there’s beauty in giving yourself a leisurely break from routine when you feel the need to restore your balance by taking a step back. Being there for people is good, but there’s beauty in allowing yourself to say “no” when you already have enough things that your mind, body, and soul can handle. Self-care is the thing that allows you to shine, to sparkle and to glow without you ever having to burn out by means of overexertion.”
— Juansen Dizon, Self-care is beautiful
So I'll lay here, stretching
Becoming acquainted with the ceiling fan.
As I feel you all around me still
Like a whirlwind, memories dancing, a lively carousel
My brother saved this document and everytime he gets angry at our neighbours for being loud he prints it to their wireless printer and you can hear the wife shout “Why the fuck would you print this AGAIN?!” to her son.
every time we serve chicken at work i think of this post
1. If you were wondering, you can type the numbers in the works cited into google and they appear to be medical journal articles about using medical imaging to detect and diagnose a rare form of Gastritis.
2. Please enjoy the offical powerpoint presentation of this paper at an academic conference by the original author, complete with Q&A:
THIS IS GOLD
oh m god please watch the video it’s some of the most contagious laughter on the planet
When I saw this cross my dash tonight, I smiled and thought “yess, the chicken chicken chicken post, I get to reblog it again and inflict it on all of the people that have followed me since last time”, and then I scrolled down more and to my utter delight there was A VIDEO, needless to say my night has been made
Yessss
chicken
dog:
Imagine you go over a friend house and for a minute they just do this.
it’s cool and epic
How are penguins not extinct?
I am in tears omg
whoever timed the film to the music is fucking brilliant this is gorgeous and oh my god i know they’re made of a lot of fat/blubber but this gave me like seven heart attacks
Clumsy pillows
I’ve pulled my tshirt up over my face to try and hide the fact that I am crying with laughter on the coach full of people.
So love isn't an ocean. I was afraid of fire and you were water. I thought you could fill me. But you were cold I got lost in you, I let myself drown in you I was isolated. A castaway from my own mind. Now I know that love should be everything. That love is everything. It's wholesome and pure and kind. It shouldn't leave us cold. It shouldn't be an endless Winter. It is Summer and Spring and Fall. I
I remember the desperation. Drinking so much I couldn’t hold a conversation but I would never let you go I held you and kissed the back of your neck, begging that I wouldn’t ever have to let you go. You became poison in my veins, but kept pulling away because you wanted to let me go. I cried and I screamed on my own, trapped and suffocating because I couldn’t let you go With the fall out, long, breaking me bit by bit. With hopeless stares and shaking hands, we knew that we had to let each other go. And that hurts It does It hurts that you went straight back to your old ways. I feel like I failed. That I failed you. What I needed to learn is that it’s out of my hands. That its all out of my hands. So I need to learn how to be better at letting go. To be free. To be God’s and to be held in his hands.
L
Songs I haven’t heard without you They’re all missing a part The things I do and the places I go I dance on my own and I’m alright But it’s a lot less beautiful without your rhythm The steps are all predictable Nothing new
L
Here come the lies Here come the fluttering stares as I sit and wait for the questions to stop Here comes the self destruction I wait in the dark but I could get out I could get out but the walls I have to break through are too much I don't know where to reach out I guess that my grasping hand is stretching out in the wrong direction Can't I venture through shadows first? The sun is too blinding, too hot I have hazy eyes, a glare that doesn't fade I am cold, dead cold, and empty I have never felt so far away
-L
a bunny wearing bunny ears
So I was walking into my art room with my wallet in hand and the wallet's strap caught on the door handle, pulling me out of the room and shutting the door. I'd say that was a pretty good metaphor for how life is going.