Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
-- Edna St. Vincent Millay
(Colmar, France)
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Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
-- Edna St. Vincent Millay
(Colmar, France)
A red fox snacking on a plum.
FREDERIC DESMETTE / BIOSPHOTO / MINDEN PICTURES
lana if she was real
Kika (1993)
This is from Dan Attrell's translation of the Picatrix. I always like when translators collate the types of spells present in a text. It gives you a peek into what the writers thought was important.
There are so many spells for shit like "please make my boss not mad at me"
When a state fights its political enemy in the name of humanity, it is not a war for the sake of humanity, but a war wherein a particular state seeks to usurp a universal concept against its military opponent. At the expense of its opponent, it tries to identify itself with humanity in the same way as one can misuse peace, justice, progress, and civilization in order to claim these as one's own and to deny the same to the enemy.
Carl Schmitt, The Concept of the Political
To simply imagine Palestine without settlers, to simply imagine a sky without drones—that, in the Zionist imagination, is genocidal.
Mohammed el-Kurd, Perfect Victims and the Politics of Appeal
this fetish stuff is getting out of hand what the fuck is word play
humiliating to be attracted to a conventionally attractive person. I thought I was a more sensitive and refined pervert than this
In 2016, a film student exploring a rural Moldovan village found over 4,000 soviet-era photographs in the attic of an abandoned house. they were all taken by Zaharia Cusnir in the 1950s-60s, an unknown alcoholic who died forgotten. He captured the life of an entire community.
When the film student spoke to the surviving daughter of Zaharia Cusnir, she was uninterested in the collection and dismissed it as "garbage that no one needs".
today i learned that there are cave paintings of bats and i think you all deserve to see them
it’s nice that James Joyce has tricked all of us into celebrating the anniversary of his future wife jerking him off. Happy bloomsday!
sculptures for some cool-cats :-)
“There is no other home”, Soviet poster, 1986.
David Hockney (British, 1937-2026), Santa Monica Boulevard, 1978. Acrylic on canvas, 61.6 x 91.8 cm.