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Chapter 368
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Berserk
Chapter 368
just found out my uni has 2 whole dante classes 😍😍 also found out that i will not be able to fit them into my schedule 😍😍 thanks orgo
the best bit of the easter story is when jesus tricks the cyclops into rolling the boulder out of the doorway of the cave so he can escape hidden under the lamb of god or whatever it is that happens in the bible idk i haven’t read it
The Dead Christ Supported by an Angel, Alonso Cano, 1646-52
ouaaaaaa French post-punk / coldwave got a fella actin UP omg
nahhh did anybody actually enjoy reading paradiso 💀💀💀
chalk studies for the attendants in dante’s dream by dante gabriel rossetti, 1870
The rivers of time (2017)
writing my kafka diary like Jan. 12th: Shower was cold. Hell on earth. Soup for dinner.
Alexey Kondakov
The Evangelists Luke and Matthew, 1557, Tintoretto
Medium: oil,canvas
At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully. Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.
The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter “written” by the doll saying “please don’t cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures.”
Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka’s life.
During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.
Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned. “It doesn’t look like my doll at all,“ said the girl.
Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: “my travels have changed me.” the little girl hugged the new doll and brought her happy home.
A year later Kafka died. Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:
“Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way.”
Damn, Rome really looks great in all four seasons
Winter
Spring
Summer
Fall
oh my GOD
I’m like Meursault from The Stranger but a girl
he’s right
(from fritz schalk, the friendship of vergil and dante)
it's honestly so funny to me when people say stuff like "let people write what they want" or "let people enjoy things" or whatever because like... people can do what they want. including me. if you feel the need to defend people's right to write and enjoy what they want you also need to defend my right to be a hater