— Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

@theartofmadeline

shark vs the universe
Cosimo Galluzzi
Xuebing Du

JVL
cherry valley forever
KIROKAZE

pixel skylines
Jules of Nature
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
todays bird
Sade Olutola
Acquired Stardust
wallacepolsom

Product Placement

titsay

izzy's playlists!
Three Goblin Art
Misplaced Lens Cap

#extradirty

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@medeantigone
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice
official linguistics post
WILCOX, J. (2023). Metrical Mirth: Sonorous Sounds and Rambunctious Rhymes. In Humour in Old English Literature: Communities of Laughter in Early Medieval England (pp. 93–118). University of Toronto Press. http://www.jstor.org/stable/10.3138/jj.7514496.9
not now honey, mommy’s yearning for something that once was and will never be again
the worst is wanting to create and create and create but being trapped in a body that is so so so so tired
“I always tell students that you’ve got to be practical. You do not need a dream. You need a purpose, something you can wake up to in the morning when the dream is dissipated.”
— Twyla Tharp
Jenny Holzer, Survival, 1985, cast aluminum, New York.
College should be free and you should be able to study “useless” degrees just for the love of learning
“ANTIGONE: The fields were wet. They were waiting for something to happen. The whole world was breathless, waiting. I can’t tell you what a roaring noise I seemed to make alone on the road. It bothered me that whatever was waiting, wasn’t waiting for me.”
— Antigone, Jean Anouilh (trans Lewis Galantiere)
“Sappho begins with a sweet apple and ends in infinite hunger. From her inchoate little poem we learn several things about eros. The reach of desire is defined in action: beautiful (in its object), foiled (in its attempt), endless (in time).”
― Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet
"I know adverbs are controversial, but "said softly" means something different than 'whispered' and this is the hill I will die on."
“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you
"how did you get into writing" girl i've been tormented by the visions since i was eight years old
fuck i can’t believe i wasted my entire life being moved by art and beauty and the indomitable human spirit ugh i should’ve been making money through internet scams
Shout out to everyone doing the hard yet necessary work of posting about fictional characters kissing online.
Unknown // Suzanne Scanlon
Circe Offering the Cup to Ulysses by John William Waterhouse (1891)
bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.
So, I’ve just read the new chapter of this fic that I love and I’ve been bawling my eyes out. The non-linear process of healing and learning how to accept love even if you don’t feel deserving of it hits so close to home.
7th poem is from @halfof-mysoul !