#vanitatum vanitas

[anchored-vermin]

"This country Arcadia among all the provinces of Greece, hath ever been had in singular reputation; partly for the sweetness of the air and other natural benefits, but principally for the well-tempered minds of the people who (finding that the shining title of glory, so much affected by other nations, doth indeed help little to the happiness of life) are the only people which, as by their justice and providence give neither cause nor hope to their neighbours to annoy, so are they not stirred with false praise to trouble others' quiet, thinking it a small reward for the wasting of their own lives in ravening, that their posterity should long after say they had done so."

Philip Sidney, Arcadia

[leventeholb]

Vanitatum Vanitas

(drawing, 2019)

[thatiswhy]

To the best person on this planet: Once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly, then send it to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable) (positivity is cool) Hope you have a great day!

Aaaawwww, thank you!

I swear and flip out and complain and moan and procrastinate and swear even more beforehand as well as throughout, but ultimately I do tackle the problem at hand.

If someone I care for is involved and I feel they need my help, the tackling becomes pretty much immediate and number one priority, swearing kept to minimum.

Hourglass-shaped to the point of hardly finding button-downs.

Quite a head for futile detail, especially in fiction.

 An actual British person sent me a “You make tea properly” e-card once.

[szivcipzar]

Légy, mint szikla rendületlen, Tompa, nyúgodt, érezetlen, S kedv emel vagy bú temet,  Szépnek s rútnak hunyj szemet.

Kölcsey Ferenc: Vanitatum vanitas (részlet)

[szivcipzar]

Földünk egy kis hangyafészek, Egy perchozta tűnemény; A villám és dörgő vészek Csak méhdongás, s bolygó fény; A történet röpülése Csak egy sóhajtás lengése; Pára minden pompa s ék: Egy ezred egy buborék.

Kölcsey Ferenc: Vanitatum vanitas (részlet)

[wild-leaves]

Hát ne gondolj e világgal, Bölcs az, mindent ki megvet, Sorssal, virtussal, nagysággal Tudományt, hírt s életet. Légy, mint szikla rendületlen, Tompa, nyúgodt, érezetlen, S kedv emel vagy bú temet, Szépnek s rútnak húnyj szemet. Mert mozogjon avagy álljon E parányi föld veled, Lengjen fényben, vagy homályon Hold és nap fejünk felett, Bárminő színben jelentse Jöttét a vándor szerencse, Sem nem rossz az, sem nem jó: Mind csak hiábavaló!

Kölcsey Ferenc - Vanitatum vanitas