Paul Delaroche - The Young Martyr (1855)
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Paul Delaroche - The Young Martyr (1855)
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Foxil mainostettii et sunnuntaisin tulee retroelokuvia. Ja sit siin mainokses o 1990-luvul tehty leffa.
se on ok olla vanha
Siis mä oon ny sit vintagen lisäks retro?!
Väitätkö et oot syntyny 50-luvulla, koska muuten et oo vintage
Siis mä oon nähny myynnis "90-luvun vintagea"
teknologia on kyl päässy niin pitkälle oikeesti et jopa muinaiset muumiotki pystyy bloggaa tumblris ja nähä maailmaa
Foxil mainostettii et sunnuntaisin tulee retroelokuvia. Ja sit siin mainokses o 1990-luvul tehty leffa.
se on ok olla vanha
the windows in maurice...... they have to mean something.....
i figured it OUT!!! its like the freedom of being yourself (gay as hell) which is why the gay guys do stuff with the windows as they do. clive closes them all up in the end signifying how he shackles away his love for maurice whilst maurice and alec just go through them as to be free with their identity (and fuck other men) in this essay i will
the windows in maurice...... they have to mean something.....
if theres something i hate its getting introspective revelations about my identity IN THE MIDDLE OF EXAM WEEK
IM ALREADY SO CLOSE TO CRYING IN THE MIDDLE OF STUDYING AS IS I DONT NEED THIS RIGHT NOW
i think anne magills paintings and Edward hoppers are like .. exact opposites. hoppers has the distinct clarity to it, a sharpness in the lines and the angles that contributes to an overwhelming sense of loneliness in almost every one of his paintings. even in his paintings that dont portray isolation there is a feeling of separation
loneliness vs. aloneness
magill, on the other hand, has this haziness to her paintings that emanates a warmth even when the subjects in her paintings are alone.
both paintings feel so comforting, and even in the second one where the girl is alone she is still in the presence of the visceral world around her - there’s a familiarity in magills painting that she captures nicely.
i guess i just think it’s interesting because hopper and magill are two of my favorite artists and they paint similar scenes with very different tones -
I’ve always thought that hoppers paintings are a snapshot of urban loneliness - the distinctness of it, the use of cool colors, the stark contrast between the people and their settings - whereas magills paintings seem almost like memories - their use of haziness and blurriness is exactly how someone wild remember something, indistinct, full of feeling and lacking detail
as hurt as I am!!!! I want to believe no love of mine was ever wasted
paramore has a song called "pool". the lesd singer sings about surving from diving into a pool, and that she'll dive right back in if she survives. this is all probably a metaphor for some kind of love that ill not understand for a while, but i always imagine singing this to myself. that ill dive into my life even though i might drown and never seethe surface again, but if i survive, ill dive right back in. i dont particularly enjoy life, but for some reason that beyond me, i dont want to give up on it, its the last thing i ironically have in my life, life itself. sure theres lota of things for me to enjoy and feel privileged about (bc i am) but i cant manage to shake off all this dread, but regardless of the murky and dangerous waters, i keep diving back in
so maybe all i need is courage, to speak and to be heard. to lift my feet and start my journey against the unforgiving winds. itll hurt, by god itll hurt, but theres a possibility, that ill find my reason then
i think the closest way to describe how i feel is that im in the middle of a dark winter with cold winds slicing my body, my whole chest is covered with a raw and tender scar. im alone, theres no one else there. my feet are completely in snow that almost up to my knees. im still standing, cold, lonely and hurting, and thats all ive ever known to be
i am at a crossroads again, i have the choice to be pathetic and not go to the army, but i feel as though i will be looked down upon and seen as weak, though i am. and if i go there, ill probably have a terrible time there, worst case scenario i get bullied there too. i dont see a good way put of this, i have to grit my teeth and just crawl like an animal through this. i dont know why am i this weak of a person, i mean i might, but i guess i just dont want to admit it. i dont even know my stance on killing, id never kill another person for my country and i despise nationalism, but if i was the only thing between someone i cares about and a person equipped with sinister intentions, i guess i might. moral is relative blah blah. i think one of the biggest things i fear, is my first best friend looking at me thinking im weak or pathetic. ive never really had a guy best friend that treated me well, and i know he doesnt think this highly of me, but i really admire and cherish him as a person, so i dont wanna dissappoint him, but i dont see a way not to as i am. ive noticed i like to watch/read stories where a character transforms into a stronger person throughout the story, i guess the reason is because i wanted to change too.
"how are you?"
everytime i get that question i just answer "i dont know". im not sure if i really dont know my emotional state or if i hust dont want to confront it. all the time i crace human connections and happiness, but i just cant seem to reach them. i feel like im behind all my friends in life, for reasons such as still being a virgin and not drinking. its like a double-edged sword for me, i want to connect but i end up hurting myself. ive always been alone and been excluded, so i dont know if 'friends' or 'lovers' were even meant for me. no one will love me if i dont first love myself, but how can i love myself if im like this. i like to think of myself as noble and whatnot, but in reality im just a brat that never grew up properly. i dont mind if i leave this life by my own hands, or i really am alone hopelessly far away from human connection, but i just want a reason to not give up for now. i have my deceased friend who i try and honor by studying medicine and biology, but i dont have any guarantee ill amount to anything in the field, or outside of it. all my life ive been afraid of trying and still managing to fail. i might just be lonely because im weakhearted and im not capable enough for this life. at this point all i can do is beg for there to be a reason to not give up, a reason for me to be, my right to be regardless of me being unfit for anything good. god, why do i have to be alive, there were so many great and wonderful people that could have lived in my stead, why would you inflict all this upon me, i do not have the strength.
is being a teen supposed to be this lonely? did i ever get to even be a child? is the rest of my life going to be filled with this anguish? why me
girl fuck astrology how many siblings do you have and what’s their gender in what order
I don’t trust u if you’re an only-child (y’all can’t deal with conflict) or a guy with no sisters (self-explanatory)
im the youngest of three, two older sisters, and this is my greatest trauma
Sweden is the first country to die in a pandemic and I'll be the sole survivor given that everyone here is a coward and refuses to wear a facemask except for like me
Bitch I’m still here
Not for long
death to sweden and then america