a collection of obscurities

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Illustration by Léon Carré 📍From the story of Badr al-Din Hasan Éditions d’Art H. Piazza, (1926–1932)

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"Singing Over the Bones" by Lucy Campbell

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"Cat and Moth" by Neva Hosking

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[nemfrog]

Bolts of lightning. Electricity for everybody. 1907.

Internet Archive

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"Offering" by Ulla Thynell

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'At the Night Market' by Malene Reynold

[patronsaintofweepingmothers]

"sidewalk chalk" (2007), kristin krause

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[toyastales]

Mosaic from the floor of Otto Wagner's former residence, Vienna, Austria

[assiraphales]

westley in the princess bride was so funny for being like ‘talk about this dead guy you loved lol’ and getting the tea about himself

[assiraphales]

oh he was ur true love? you thought he was hot n strong? rate him 1-10 and why

[iam-not-really-here]

[homunculus-argument]

I was raised on the strict principle that the driver only drives. Shotgun seat is a duty, not a privilege. Second seat is the first passenger, the second in command. Shotgun does everything that the driver needs done. Driver wants water, shotgun hands them the water bottle, already opened, and closes it after the driver has had their drink. Shotgun manages the navigator, googles things that popped into the driver's head and wants to look up real quick. Reads the driver's incoming texts and texts back as the driver dictates - upon the driver's request. Driver only drivers. If your ass itches you don't take your hands off the fucking wheel, the secondant scratches it for you.

Then you sit down in the car of someone who's an excellent never-had-a-crash driver and watch in horror as they go 80 kmh on a curving forest road, opening a water bottle one-handed while applying lip balm with the other, changing music by pecking their phone's touch screen with the tip of their nose like a bird, all the while steering with their left ass cheek, and you feel your soul leave your body just in case your body is also gonna leave the car after it, through the windshield, in the near foreseeable future.

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[existential-celestial]

Tony Hoagland, from “Peaceful Transition”, published in The New Yorker (November 5, 2018) 

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'The Red Shoes ' illustrated by Kay Nielsen, 1924.

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'The Milky Way' by Frida Hansen, 1898