
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
KIROKAZE

@theartofmadeline
wallacepolsom
RMH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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JVL

blake kathryn
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occasionally subtle

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Product Placement
Jules of Nature
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
taylor price
Three Goblin Art
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Claire Keane

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@puredegeneracy
“And then went down to the ship Set keel to breakers, forth on that godly sea Bore sheep aboard her and our bodies also” Irishmen in sand dunes, our blood was too thick for such climates. Does something to the brain too. Magnetic. Electric. As ultraviolet as the sunsets (as the jacaranda), flung like discs and spears, wide as the foot of Victoria’s valleys, and as far over as the western lands. All mental faculties fried. Cooked. What the fuck were we doing here? Death to farm. Worser in the mines. Whether foppish Saxon, Gaul, or cockney bread thief,, we were men of a very Victorian type; and we had come to tame the prehistoric lands. See the dinosaurs never died here; the natives, neanderthal and denisovan, walked side by side with giants, light-bearing serpents - megafauna survives yet still. They carved valleys, created rivers, and appeared as rainbows. And somewhere along the line they had allowed the scorching of vast bushlands. - Two eagles, mightier and more reptilian than any witnessed in the North of the New World, circled far above us - and it was easy to understand what Nietzsche and all those pagans were on about.
Boyd Rice and Douglas Pearce in ‘Pearls Before Swine’ .
Who will guard these hills? Those which are abandoned. Those which are exhausted. Everything is falling, can you see it? Awareness will come slow, if at all. This self-created bliss has destroyed everything true
In the late 19th century, luminiferous aether or ether[1][2] ("luminiferous", meaning "light-bearing"), was the postulated medium for the propagation of light.[3] It was invoked to explain the ability of the apparently wave-based light to propagate through empty space, something that waves should not be able to do. The assumption of a spatial plenum of luminiferous aether, rather than a spatial vacuum, provided the theoretical medium that was required by wave theories of light.
“With this enters the age of gigantic conflicts, in which we find ourselves today. It is the transition from Napoleonism to Caesarism, a general phase of evolution, which occupies at least two centuries and can be shown to exist in all the Cultures.” “In these conditions so much of old and great traditions a remains, so much of historical "fitness" and experience as has got into the blood of the twentieth-century nations, acquires an unequalled potency. For us creative piety, or (to use a more fundamental term) the pulse that has come down to us from first origins, adheres only to forms that are older than the Revolution and Napoleon, forms which grew and were not made. Every remnant of them, however tiny, that has kept itself alive in the being of any self-contained minority whatever will before long rise to incalculable values and bring about historical effects which no one yet imagines.” - “By the term "Caesarism" I mean that kind of government which, irrespective of any constitutional formulation that it may have, is in its inward self a return to thorough formlessness. It does not matter that Augustus in Rome, and Huang Ti in China, Amasis in Egypt and Alp Arslan in Baghdad disguised their position under antique forms. the spirit of these forms was dead, and so all institutions, however carefully maintained, were thenceforth destitute of all meaning and weight. Real importance centred in the wholly personal power exercised by the Caesar.” “With the formed state having finished its course, high history also lays itself down weary to sleep. Man becomes a plant again adhering to the soil, dumb and enduring. The timeless village and the "eternal" peasant reappear, begetting children and burying seed in Mother Earth.. Men live from hand to mouth, with petty thrifts and petty fortunes and endure.” - Oswald Spengler, The Decline of the West