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Jules of Nature
occasionally subtle

tannertan36
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

oozey mess

Origami Around
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Not today Justin
Peter Solarz
Claire Keane

if i look back, i am lost
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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The Raven, by Edgar Allen Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “ “'Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this, and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, “ “'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door— Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;— This it is, and nothing more.” Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;— Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore!” This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”— Merely this, and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice, Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore— Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— 'Tis the wind and nothing more.” Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door— Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore. “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!” Quoth the Raven, “Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you"
here are some photos of me noticing a wasp nest
1st pic : lookin good
2nd pic: being artsy and looking away (looking at wasp nest)
3rd pic: fully understanding that there is indeed a wasp nest
4th pic: me being outtie
If i ever stop reblogging this it’s safe to assume i died.
moment of silence for tumblr user @benaddictedcumberbabe
crazy timing to be seeing this post on the dash. the girl pictured in this post, cydney, was recently diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer at age 28.
her sister ciara @bubblemaximus is an amazing artist i’ve followed on twitter for almost a decade. i don’t know either of them personally, but i’ve essentially followed both their lives for a long time and felt very affected by this sudden news.
ciara posted a gofundme for cydney’s medical expenses and if this silly, certified iconic post just happens to be going back around, then i’d be remiss not to share the link:
Hello there, everyone. My name is Cydney. On November 19th, I went to my primar… Cydney D needs your support for Help Cydney Through Sta
Wow, never thought I would see this post again! This is my sister , Cyd! I took these photos of her years ago! She’s currently battling Stage 3 breast cancer. If any of you could help her out, it would be greatly appreciated!
Donate here
Orlan - Documentary Study, The Draped the Baroque n°20, 1978
ERASERHEAD (1977) dir. David Lynch
rainbow tripod fish larva (bathypterois grallator) | source
This is why Edgar Alan Poe is my favorite author
Armored Dress. (Woman’s Life in the Armory)
This is from an art project that utilizes an armory and women’s clothing as juxtaposition.
Clothing from the Renaissance, Baroque and Rococo periods, up to the present day, was exhibited on the Armoury’s four floors.
Renaissance fashion is characterised by cone-shaped dresses forcing the body into geometric forms. The corset confines the upper body like a piece of armour. Dresses are stiff and have a strict geometric shape, their surface resembling the metal of armours. +