guys why have all the coolest people deactivated their tumblr
i feel like i’m screaming into a void
Monterey Bay Aquarium

#extradirty

izzy's playlists!
cherry valley forever
Sade Olutola
KIROKAZE
DEAR READER

Kaledo Art
hello vonnie
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Today's Document
Three Goblin Art
Game of Thrones Daily

No title available
almost home

PR's Tumblrdome

Product Placement

JVL
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
No title available
seen from United States
seen from Qatar

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Iraq

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from United States
@poeticallypoetic
guys why have all the coolest people deactivated their tumblr
i feel like i’m screaming into a void
back after 10 years with thoughts on humanity’s addiction to knowing absolutely everything
i haven’t posted here since i was 17. i’m 26 now. in that time i got an english degree from oxford, two law degrees i don’t use, a dance degree for the hell of it, taught myself 6 languages, and realised i still don’t know what the fuck i’m doing.
but i am writing again. long-form essays about philosophy, art, literature, and the uncomfortable questions we pretend not to notice.
my first piece is about why humans can’t accept that some things might be unknowable - why we’ve replaced religious certainty with scientific certainty, why the james webb images made us immediately say “we’ll figure this out,” why omniscience has become humanity’s greatest addiction.
knowledge, hubris, and the fantasy of total understanding
my newsletter is called vestige. it’s pretentious and sincere in equal measure. all of my essays open with an “inspired by” section (think: coffee stains, candle smoke, the humiliation of epistemic limits) and end with full bibliographies because yes i am actually insufferable.
if you’re still here after all these years, hi. if you’re new, welcome. let’s think about uncomfortable things together <3
back after 10 years with thoughts on humanity’s addiction to knowing absolutely everything
i haven’t posted here since i was 17. i’m 26 now. in that time i got an english degree from oxford, two law degrees i don’t use, a dance degree for the hell of it, taught myself 6 languages, and realised i still don’t know what the fuck i’m doing.
but i am writing again. long-form essays about philosophy, art, literature, and the uncomfortable questions we pretend not to notice.
my first piece is about why humans can’t accept that some things might be unknowable - why we’ve replaced religious certainty with scientific certainty, why the james webb images made us immediately say “we’ll figure this out,” why omniscience has become humanity’s greatest addiction.
knowledge, hubris, and the fantasy of total understanding
my newsletter is called vestige. it’s pretentious and sincere in equal measure. all of my essays open with an “inspired by” section (think: coffee stains, candle smoke, the humiliation of epistemic limits) and end with full bibliographies because yes i am actually insufferable.
if you’re still here after all these years, hi. if you’re new, welcome. let’s think about uncomfortable things together <3
trust that everything will fall into place without you forcing it there.
i made this blog when I was 17.
i forgot it existed.
it’s been asleep while i became someone else, someone i’m still figuring out.
i don’t know if anyone’s still here. but i am.
and i think i’m ready to write again
I wanna know what people assume about me because of my tumblr.
Put an assumption in my ask. I’ll confirm or dispute it. I’m not gonna be mean or anything, I’m just very interested. You can go anon if you want.
Herbert James Draper - The Lament for Icarus (1898)
“I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.”
—
Charles Baudelaire, 1821-1867
reblog is you have synesthesia!! i want someone to talk to!!!
Sunday mornings
Pack the essentials..