sinisterist

sweet selection

[historyarchaeologyartefacts]

Tiny glass ram with a sweet smile and barleytwist horns (Punic, 5th century BCE) [575x512]

[eiginleiki]

Emil Zed and Agata Pospieszynska for Harper’s Bazaar

[northmagneticpole]

Renilde De Peuter

[pearblossombestwestern]

A chill breeze. Clouds scud angrily across an open, golden plain. As lightning crackles, as the grass bends low, the sky opens. A voice echoes out: Many years ago.... and you clutch your tea closer, into your sternum, and feel the heat radiate. An antelope appears now, as the dog curls at your feet, and his heavy warmth twitches her into the open. You pull a book from the shelf and a host of birds swoop across the sky. 

[pearblossombestwestern]

I’ve been doing a lot of procrastinating lately. Searching for something other than the work I need to do in quizzes, chats, and candy-hearted likes. Working late, and waking late, and not working.  When I talk to people about it they say omg I know lol or ugh me too or worse, hmmm And I brace myself against the desk and think about trains and deserts and guitars, and doing other things than this. And then I remember that I enjoy this, even if I don’t always enjoy the demands. The joy of understanding humanity, and inhumanity, and every qualification in between. Seeking to understand a person’s past is a form of love - history, at its purest, must be rooted in clear-headed love of humankind. How else can we improve our present if we don’t understand how it came to be? This work is a labor of love. Emphasis on work. Emphasis on labor. And so I sigh, and flick a page, and put the quizzes to one side. I remind myself of the empathy.

[narcomanic]

i’m pretty sure this twitter account is how sexting works in night vale

[narcomanic]

i mean really

what is going on here

[gncrevan]

this is officially my new favourite thing

thank you for sharing it with us

[thepurposeofplaying-blog]

[wolvensnothere]

SEXTS FROM THE VOID

[evanfleischer]

Edinburgh Cakefest is proof positive that it is possible for a capital city to build a cake version of itself on a summer afternoon and then – after careful contemplation – eat it. And that, amazingly, was largely the point of the day. A few local food vendors circled the cake – some bubble tea, some pasta and piada, some creme brûlée (‘burnt to order’), some alcohol, an electric pianist playing what initially sounded like an inordinately chipper version of “Bridge Over Troubled Water,” but they weren’t “The Cake.” The Cake was the cake, was Edinburgh, and was edible, too. You could eat Arthur’s Seat. You could eat the Scottish Parliament. You could eat the airport. You could eat the Leith Towerblocks. You could eat Newhaven Harbor. You could eat Fettes. Have you eaten Arthur’s Seat? Have you eaten the Scottish Parliament? Have you eaten Newhaven Harbor?

[pearblossombestwestern]

I miss Cakefest. I miss watching Edinburgh’s children eat their city in sticky handfuls. Bring back Cakefest! Bring it abroad! May all children eat their hometown!!

[terminusantequem]

Jules de Balincourt (French/American, b. 1972), Passive Protest Painting, 2014. Oil on panel, 152,4 x 177,8 cm

[soulmeitu]

https://instagram.com/p/BUZaYDQhY9b/

[nevver]

Darkness on the Edge of Town, Pierre Putman

[pearblossombestwestern]

What do you want to be? (I dunno. A writer?) Then write!

[vaguesteph]

performance of authenticity as selfmarketing is the new authenticity with a cute “art hoe” starterpack -> your quirky unique personality and style is marketable -> to me instagram seems to be the platform of the 2010s, not tumblr -> i don’t want to present a consistent quirky cute self across multiple platforms to be accessible -> i don’t want to be a relatable artist and offer work in progress pics right next to photos of my lovely live -> let’s all just keep on using this hell website and tumblr on into darkness and obscurity

[markv5]

Я волна

[notparkr-deactivated20200822]

[iamjapanese]

SAKAMOTO Hanjirō （坂本 繁二郎 Japanese, 1882-1969）

from the series Five Scenes of Tsukushi  1918  Color Woodblock Print

here and here

[capitalab]

[toastedgrandpa-deactivated20180]

BIG fan of liminal spaces, my dream is to suddenly find myself in a small grocery store in some old fishing village in japan at 3am with no idea how i got there but someone i’ve never seen before but somehow know is waiting outside so i exit the store and wake up in Croatia wading in the salty sea at dusk and i’m alone and it’s 1982

[yearsoflead]

Talking Heads, 1984.