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cant believe one of the earliest records of human writings is a 500 page enemies to lovers
the sheer intimacy of getting a used book, seeing a stranger’s annotations on it, and feeling so utterly connected to someone you’ve never met >>>>>>>
Me, holding a flower, to the moon: w- will you be my valentine ?
the last few weeks have been really stressfull and I’m finnally getting a well deserved break. School has been literal hell and I’ve never felt so drained, it even made me have a breakdown multiple times over the last few days. I haven’t been taking care of myself so I hope I’ll get to rest and do things I enjoy.
Pagina 27 Libreria. x
“she did not want to move or to speak. She wanted to rest, to learn, to dream. she felt very tired.”
- Virginia Woolf
By Sororité.
I was always too scared to wear dresses, the discomfort of my own body existing made me hate wearing them
these are really pretty
Palazzo Farnese. x
the feminine urge to reread the song of achilles again just to hurt myself all over again ✌️
The Fallen Angel, Alexandre Cabanel.
The Fallen Angel directs our attention to the figure of the scorned Lucifer. The painting depicts a moment in the story of the War in Heaven, possibly the instant after he was expelled from the heavenly realm and arrived in the terrestrial. It was Lucifer’s prideful character and unbridled ambition which caused him to lust for power exceeding that of God. As a result of his failed attempt at insurrection, Lucifer was cast out of heaven and fell from grace. Interestingly enough, the War in Heaven has little to no biblical foundation: the event itself lacks presence as a story in scripture and is only vaguely referenced in a few books throughout the Bible. Cabanel’s painting is instead inspired heavily by John Milton’s epic poem “Paradise Lost”, which retells these events in a dramatic narrative. The psychological implications behind Lucifer’s expression are many: his tearful gaze is a reaction to shame, ego, rebellion, frustration, and exclusion at once. Lucifer’s covering of his face is very possibly a reaction to the skyscape behind him, a wounding reminder of both his fall from grace and a dimension he can no longer exist in. Concealment becomes the devil’s final safeguard from admission of defeat, an act which would strip him of the last thing he retains: dignity. And yet, upon closer inspection, his eyes tell us that the story is far from over, that the true act of rebellion has yet to begin, and that Satan’s motivation is rooted in revenge. It seems as if, even following this moment of total failure, Lucifer has not yet understood that insurgency against God will return him to the same place time and time again.
Written by Francisco Rivera.
murder cheat and fuck your way through boston so god destroys it like she did with sodom and gomorrah
okay ! i will. what prompted this though
I can feel myself slipping again. I sleep less, forget to eat and can’t get myself to do school work. And the scariest thing is that it’s worse than before. I’m getting worse and it’s my fault, no one else’s. That sickening gut feeling that I may not be strong enough.
Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka
I feel like I’m just “trying to get through the day,” every day. My entire life is slipping through my fingers.
Charles Bukowski, Pulp