fucking up my innie's life by staying up until 2 am researching the donner party
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btw as you may know excavations of the donner camp location on alder creek have yielded very little results. in the 2000s with the help of !! human-remain sniffing dogs !! they started narrowing in on a site which was much further off from the site traditionally understood to be the donner camp. they excavated this area and found a hearth and a number of artifacts and bone fragments. BUT….. they came back with human remain sniffing dogs in 2010-2013 and searched the same location as well as a broad swath of land to the north and east of this spot (and thus even further off from the “traditional” camp location). the human remain dogs once again alerted to the same spots alerted to in the 2000s search. but alerted much more and in a greater concentration to spots several hundred meters to the north and east of this spot. both of these locations are beside a (historical) creek, which both camps were reported to be. the authors surmised that the furthest north site with the highest concentration of human remains detected was george donner’s camp and the one to the east jacob donner’s camp. which would match the historical record about perfectly. anyways !!! they have not yet excavated these sites as far as i can tell. i hope they will one of these days? so so fucking insane
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I am burning the wagon.
Call it insanity. Call it ingenuity. Yesterday, I ate my soles and I only regret that now my stomach has no limbs left to steal from. To quiet the hunger, I named every snowflake until their individual arms became legions, stationed and stagnant on this mountain. Once, I asked my mother, What does death feel like? She placed my hand on my grandmother's corpse, let my fingertips breathe her limp chill.
In my visions of survival, I see frozen lakes layered in ghosts who tend to the buried lilies, kiss the goldenrod, and urge the bluebells to hold on,
hold on. Spring is just around the corner.
Hillary Smith-Maddern, Tamsen Donner Talks to God
Reblogged fleursdesmorts
leonard cohen, 1965.
Reblogged akinari-kashihara
tumblr post c 2300: fake nails were actually super convenient for women! it saved them the cost of having to go to the nail salon every two weeks to get their nails done, which was often $40 or $50 every one or two weeks. and high heels were important to women too! they let women be at an equal height to men, which was super significant given the steep increase in the proportion of women in historically male-dominated professions during the 20th and 21st centuries and height-based differences in gender during this time. and also the norm of working women wearing dresses with only thin pantyhose and no socks provided women with a naturally air-conditioning in a time when climate ch-
the amount of drama this has spawned for a post that a) does not mention corsets, once, ever, read it again, do control f if you want, it's not in there, and b) was in fact not about corsets, has got to be a new tumblr record.
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Allegory of Death - Juan de Valdés Leal.
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Source: banshy
Lost in the forest one night, we find the body of a wolf, its throat torn open, the wound a cupful of rippling
black milk, where maggots curl star-white in their glistening darkness. The eyes hum with flies, which drone a joy
into the bones, the brain, wander into the labyrinth through the tongue, still hanging out in half-howl.
We keep walking, holding out our hands to feel our way through the dark as if we could touch as it touches,
know it as it knows the stars that float in the vacuum of its voice, that grow brighter and louder
until it unsays them, takes them back. I know first there was light to give the void a shape. I know
what has no beginning cannot end. I can hardly see your face out here but I can hear you breathing.
Your voice opens and says I think the path is this way, floats out, crosses to me
in a little cloud-boat and is gone— Keep talking. How did the story go? How dark it was inside the wolf,
which had begun as a clump of darkness inside another wolf. Then the child climbed out its belly
shining, without a name— with only a red cap by which to call her and the animal guts in her hands.
Sara Eliza Johnson, Märchen, from Bone Map (2014)
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i know my mutuals so whenever i see a horny post im like. *sigh* which republican senator is this about this time
ROME. SENATOR OF ROME. ROMAN SENATOR OF THE ROMAN REPUBLIC. ROME
I realize now that to most ppl outside my specific circle of classics fandom this is not in fact any less weird
Not less weird but significantly less worrying
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a lot of people could stand to start viewing the nakba and the holocaust as a continuum rather than as competitive binaries
Genya and Henryk Kowalski's recollections of their 1948 arrival in Israel after surviving Nazi death camps, by Alon Confino in The Holocaust and the Nakba: a new grammar of trauma and history ed. Bashair Bashair and Amos Goldberg