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YOU ARE THE REASON
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The Stonewall Inn
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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@licyan
“Whether it’s glacier pale or Mediterranean bright, blue is a color with long-standing mystical associations. Perhaps this is because blue is the color of the sky, something we can always see but never reach, or perhaps it’s because, as chemist Heinz Berke points out, early humans “had no access to blue because blue is not what you call an earth color… You don’t find it in the soil.” Blue was elusive, and this made it valuable. […]
As a symbol of unfulfilled longing, the blue flower is poetic, but I find it somewhat lacking, particularly since the bluest thing in our world—the sky—is already untouchable. Unlike a flower, which one can pick, possess, and even ingest, the sky can never be captured, owned, or held. I love flowers, but I do not long for them. We have an intimacy with flowers: we nurture them, pick them, arrange them in our homes. According to many color theorists and general beauty lovers, the appeal of blue is about separation. “We love to contemplate blue, not because it advances to us, but because it draws us after it,” Goethe wrote.”
— Katy Kelleher, “Marian Blue, the Color of Angels, Virgins, and Other Untouchable Things,” The Paris Review
Is it just me or does having a positive interaction with a stranger scratch a very particular itch? I think it's the reassurance that the world is not split solely into people who already love you and people who never will.
cinemagraph artist
to live for love, to die for love
The Lovers of Valdaro, Franz Kafka, My Liberation Notes (gizkasparadise), The Lark Farm, Rainer Maria Rilke, Monumento Moroni Scarneo, Monumento Rossi
Autumn Equinox Themes:
* Completion and honoring endings (this marks the end of the Celtic year and the final harvest)
* Pausing to observe the end of this cycle before we move into the next
* Honoring the transition from the light/expansive/outward/masculine part of the year into the dark/reflective/inward/feminine part of the year – gently surrendering into this
* Reflecting on and taking stock of all that we have learned/accomplished/been blessed with this past year/cycle
* Gratitude, appreciation, giving thanks
* Collecting, storing, gathering
* Releasing
* Balance, integrating polarities
* Appreciating the magnificent beauty of Autumn as Mother Nature’s glorious finale before she descends into death
Two Men Contemplating the Moon (detail, ca.1825-30) Caspar David Friedrich
— Friedrich Nietzsche
Tell me again about the part
Where grief is not my name.
I keep remembering- I keep remembering.
My heart has no pity on me.
undine rising from the waters (detail). chauncey ives. 1881.
Yet- I lie here thinking of you.
The stain of love is upon the world.
I wish I could call you now and hear your voice.
I understand why you wouldn't answer.
— Tennessee Williams, Notebooks
[ text ID: I am sitting at my kitchen table waiting for my lover to arrive with lettuce and tomatoes and rum and sherry wine and a big floury loaf of bread in the fading sunlight. Coffee is percolating gently, and my mood is mellow. I have been very happy lately, just wallowing in it selfishly, knowing it will not last very long, which is all the more reason to enjoy it now. I suppose life always ends badly for almost everybody. We must have long fingers and catch at whatever we can while it is passing near us. ]
Costume. Chitons.
Marjorie & C. H. B.Quennell, Everyday Things in Archaic Greece (London: B. T. Batsford, 1931).
Wait, wait…. Is that seriously it? How their clothes go?
that genuinely is it
yeah hey whats up bout to put some fucking giant sheets on my body
lets bring back sheetwares
also chlamys:
and exomis:
trust the ancients to make a fashion statement out of straight cloth and nothing but pins
Wrap Yourself In Blankets, Call It a Day
Wear blanket. Conquer world.
That last one looks dope
Squares and rectangles: easy to weave!! No cutting means no hemming.
And easy to construct, you don’t have to have complicated seaming and patterning to turn fabric into clothing!
ancient Egyptian robes
This sort of clothing solution wasn’t just for the Mediterranean, or northern Africa, either. Behold the Belted Plaid:
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Has anyone already reblogged this with saris? It’s cool how many cultures have similarities like this hidden in plain sight.
https://kalaavarsha.com/how-to-wear-or-drape-a-saree/
Oscar Wilde, De Profundis // @i-wrotethisforme // Jorge Louis Berges // @smokeinsilence //@viridianmasquerade //Jorge Louis Berges // @honeytuesday // Kaveh Akbar // F. Scott Fitzgerald // AKR //Olivie Blake, from “Alone With You in the Ether” // Kaveh Akbar, Pilgrimage
Excuses For Why We Failed At Love, Warsan Shire
[text ID: I am a lover without a lover. / I am lovely and lonely. / I belong deeply to myself.]