L’essenza che mi mancava

Sei tu. 21, She/her. ---everything is art---

[edmund-dulac]

The Wind’s Tale, Edmund Dulac

[ullathynell]

Detail (wip) of one of the illustrations I’ve done for my next art book. The book is progressing slowly but I hope to finish it by the end of this year!

[thepocket-mouse-deactivated2020]

Wake Up

A series of small gods of Spring waking up from their Winter Sleep

[imp]

sir i regret to inform you that i am almost exclusively controlled by the moon and can only do that which she permits.

[whitepeopletwitter]

[dmellieon]

[hubblegleeflower]

This is so good. Makes me feel like I'm really helping.

Which I need, because this kind of sucks.

[mckitterick]

If you're staying home during #Quarantine2020 you're helping make things better than they would be otherwise

[garettphotography]

Autumn in Todmorden | GarettPhotography

[renaissance-art]

Botticelli 

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Anakreon, tr. by Willis Barnstone, from Greek Lyric Poetry; “The Old Man,”

[thegolddig]

David and Venus de Milo Art earrings

(more information, more gold)

[ronnanlynnch]

RPGs, or relentlessly persistent girls by cassandrha

[cykelops]

cancel culture really doesn't exist. racists just go into hibernation for 6 months and come back unscathed and god forbid you say anything about it cause them you're "bringing up old shit".

[alexandriad]

woman yelling at cat meme but make it ancient greek red figure pottery

[w0rgasm]

In my dreams

He says I am more beautiful

When I am angry

I say

I have been angry my whole life

One day rage will line my face

Then, will you still see the beauty

Of my fight?

My lover is alone in seeing beauty in my anger

I do not always see it myself

I’m not sure if it’s rage, despair, or compassion

I feel tear through my stomach

When I think of my mother being teased for her eyes

When she was so small

Now she is so beautiful

And her anger comes with it all

Are we more allowed to be angry

Than other women

because of our faces?

Because of our skin?

Because we have so little power

Or is it because

you do not worry that we will win

Are we punished for being angry

Because you do not want us to grow

To be beautiful and angry

They will be more likely to listen

You know

Are we mocked when we age into our anger

The hysterical mother

Or bitter old hag

It’s infuriating to see your power

Wain with age

While his burns bright and beautiful

Aging like the sun throughout the day

Ending vibrantly beaming

respected for the truths they say

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

“A woman becomes a girl becomes an animal becomes an object. Is there anywhere left to go?”

— Tonight I’m Someone Else, Chelsea Hodson

[tkkatherineblog]

[the-golden-purple-box]