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weltenwellen

Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase

chintzmann

Hm, I believe this might not be the last one!

morganathewitch

Wood anemones in May, 2026.

aqua-regia009

Detail of “Salvator Mundi” (Original piece attributed to Leonardo da Vinci c.1500) Touched by Clayshaper

jareckiworld

Josef Liesler (1912-2005) — Two Friends [oil on hardboard, 1984]

pmamtraveller

"Beauty and the Beast" fairy tale, titled "Girl With Wolf" by artist Kasia Walentynowicz.

thatsbelievable

pmamtraveller

Two of the oldest lovers

stuckinapril

when James Baldwin said I can’t be a pessimist because I’m alive

stuckinapril

when James Baldwin said to be a pessimist means that you have agreed that human life is an academic matter. So I am forced to be an optimist. I am forced to believe that we can survive whatever we must survive.

havingapoemwithyou

Threadsuns by Paul Celan tr. by Pierre Joris

wovi

krispycl0uds

This one resonated with me

werewolfetone

It kind of fucks with me that somebody killed ötzi the iceman because ötzi himself is like whatever but the silent presence of human hands that drew back the string of the bow that shot the arrow that killed him is crazy. the idea that there were various people involved in that situation and while one of them has had his last hours painstakingly reconstructed and studied to no end, the others now only exist insofar that an arrowhead had to get into his shoulder somehow. imagine killing someone and then suddenly your entire existence is only a vague shadow implied by the fact that you killed them. much to consider

werewolfetone

Testing the mummified bone marrow of ötzi to figure out his ancestry whole time there’s definitely another person, maybe more than one, standing in the room with us but I can never see or speak to them because I only know them through the assurance that they were there too in the form of one single arrowhead. I hate prehistory so much it’s unreal

angel-derangement

I hate it too tbh

addamatic

THE AUDRE LORDE QUESTIONNAIRE TO ONESELF

1. What are the words you do not have yet? [Or, "for what do you not have words, yet?")

2. What do you need to say? [List as many things as necessary]

3. What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make your own, until you will sicken and die of them, still in silence? [List as many as necessary today. Then write a new list tomorrow. And the day after. ]

4. If we have been socialized to respect fear more than our own need for language, ask yourself: "What's the worst that could happen to me if I tell this truth?" [So, answer this today. And everyday.]