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last night I said 'how fortuitous' unironically
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they love me because I be saying shit like alas and perchance
last night I said 'how fortuitous' unironically
I found this on the public printer yesterday and now it's part of our decor and I'm kind of obsessed
affirmations for writers: i know how to write. i have seen sentences before, and i know how to make one. i can identify up to several words and their meanings. i am not afraid of semicolons.
One of these days I'm gonna give in to the temptation
It's the Royal Academy of Art Young Artist's Summer Show. One of my favourite exhibitions of the year. Like. Not only are the older kids insanely talented, the younger ones' artist statements will just punch you right in the face.
Jeffrey is my cat and he feels like my heart
Click [here] for the full online exhibition
And speaking of Sophia Tolstoy, her diaries are just so depressing.Â
âI am to gratify his pleasure and nurse his child, I am a piece of household furniture, I am a woman. I try to suppress all human feelings. When the machine is working properly it heats the milk, knits a blanket, makes little requests and bustles about trying not to think [âŠ].â
She wrote this when she was 19, one year into her marriage to Leo and as she was pregnant with the first of his 13 children.
A few years later, when she was 25 or so:
âI am so often alone with my thoughts that the need to write in my diary comes quite naturally ⊠Now I am well again and not pregnantâit terrifies me how often I have been in that condition. He said that for him being young meant âI can achieve anythingâ. For me [âŠ] reason tells me that there is nothing I either want or can do beyond nursing, eating, drinking, sleeping, and loving and caring for my husband and babies, all of which I know is happiness of a kind, but why do I feel so woeful all the time, and weep as I did yesterday? I am writing this now with the pleasantly exciting sense that nobody will ever read it, so I can be quite frank with myself [âŠ].â
During her 12th pregnancy she wrote about taking scalding baths and jumping from high pieces of furniture to try and miscarry. And at one point while reading her husbandâs diary (which he told her to read) she found the sentence âThere is no such thing as love, only the physical need for intercourse and the practical need for a life companion.â In her own diary she wrote âThey ebb and flow like waves, these times when I realise how lonely I am and want only to cryâŠâ
A few years before her husbandâs death, she published a cycle of prose poems titled âGroansâ, under the pseudonym âA Tired Womanâ.
the most depressing quote from her diaries:
âI have served a genius for almost forty years. Hundreds of times I have felt my intellectual energy stir within me and all sorts of desires - a longing for education, a love of music and the arts⊠And time and again I have crushed and smothered these longings⊠Everyone asks, âBut why should a worthless woman like you need an intellectual or artistic life?â To this question I can only reply: âI donât know, but eternally suppressing it to serve a genius is a great misfortune.â
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in love with this Norwegian trotter named Express Go thatâs won 7/7 races so far, is only 14.2hh, and has taught herself to duck down her head to give herself super speed (and lengthen her stride I guess)
She trots like haaland runs
David Cusick was a Tuscarora (Haudenosaunee) artist who self-published the first known English-language record of Indigenous stories told BY an Indigenous writer-illustrator. His book is called David Cusickâs Sketches of Ancient History of the Six Nations and you can read it for free online.
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"warm, shallow seas" is one of the most beautiful phrases in paleontology and it's everywhere... these mollusks lived in warm, shallow seas... scientists think that photosynthetic life evolved in warm, shallow seas... in that era the Earth was covered by warm, shallow seas...
I wish I was resting by an antediluvian warm, shallow sea
Incredible and gorgeous 17th century Ottoman tent from the Dresden State Art Collections.
peer-reviewed tags by @theradioghost !!! that is so cool