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ducissatenebrarum

Heart of Gold. Artist: Debra Baxter, @debrabaxterstudio ( IG) , 2019. Medium: Bronze and Thunder Bay amethyst.

the challah was a challenge but i finished it!! 🥐🍞 pattern by yula

achillesinhighheels

The Lovers by Jef Joseph Marie Thomas Lambeaux (1852-1908)

im here for you

Glimmerati, Claudia Keep

kness

Hang in there, little guy.

bisonwares

Smi and I made fish stockings together out of scrap fabric we've been saving! 🎏

Happy winter solstice everyone!!! 🩵🗻❄️

constanzarte

Odd Nerdrum (Norwegian ,b.1944) Drifting. 2006

#art

vodkatales

For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.

gbandit

Pink mountaineer's axe from Muromachi period, 14th century Japan

papayajuan2019

cruelty is so easy. youre not special for choosing it

derelicthousefootage

chilewithcarnage

"The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist; a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain."

-Ursula K. LeGuin, The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas

wizardnuke

"Evil is boring. Right? I kinda believe in the banality and mundaneness of evil. Evil is just selfish impulses, which at the end of the day are really easy to understand. It’s easy to understand why people do bad things. It’s like “yeah, ok, you’re selfish and scared and cruel, I get it”. Being good is complex and beautiful and hard." - Brennan Lee Mulligan

transchakotay

“Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.”

- Simone Weil

xic4-4

"Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope."

- Vincent van Gogh