Fyodor Dostoevsky, from his novel titled "White Nights," originally published in 1848

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Fyodor Dostoevsky, from his novel titled "White Nights," originally published in 1848
Nike of Samothrace | Νίκη τῆς Σαμοθράκης (190 BC)
not for riches but for love medieval posie ring
A Fantasy of the Deep (c. 1903) by Arthur Hopkins (British, 1848 – 1930)
“And women still have memories of woods, Older than any personal memories;”
— Vita Sackville-West
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14.12.2025, Sunday. Twisted branches and an endless supply of hot tea. Despite a lot of assignments I have to do during christmas break, I'm looking forward to it. There's just a very specific kind of happiness I get from feeling the freezing cold and fields covered in fog. (And alliterations.)
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Man, we have got to stop treating art like it has an expiration date. That show stopped airing? Doesn’t mean it can’t haunt your every waking thought. Everybody’s into this album, but you don’t have the energy for new music right now? It’ll be waiting for you when you’re ready. That movie’s fifty years old and indie as shit? Incredible, you have the chance to share it with folks who might never otherwise feel that particular punch of delight. Books don’t go bad. Shows inspire fandoms decades after they’ve wrapped up. We’re still looking at cave paintings and statue work from ancient times and letting the joy of creation bring tears to our eyes. That’s the point of art. It’s as close to immortality as we ever get. Why try to give that magic a shelf life?