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Art by Eldar Akmanaev
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General question to reblog and tell me in the tags;
You go into a used bookstore - what are the two sections you head to first?
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I hope you don’t mind, but I slowed the gif down because that is a FANTASTIC move.
this is the kind of shit that gets described as “quickly disarmed him” in writing and truly doesn’t do it justice
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A Night Sky in the Woods
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"Of all flowers: you."
– Kim Addonizio, from "You Were", Wild Nights: New and Selected Poems
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A fallstreak hole is a large gap, usually circular or elliptical, that can appear in cirrocumulus or altocumulus clouds. Such holes are formed when the water temperature in the clouds is below freezing but the water, in a supercooled state, has not frozen yet due to the lack of ice nucleation. When ice crystals do form, a domino effect is set off due to the Bergeron process, causing the water droplets around the crystals to evaporate: this leaves a large, often circular, hole in the cloud.
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The nineteenth century, this sword was made from a light cavalry saber blade model 1816. The guard represents a skeleton, whose skull serves as a pommel and the body grows on the guard, fighting against a snake.
From the Musée de l'Armée
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“Often at night I lie awake— The world is an ache—”
— Hermann Hesse, from Crisis: Pages from a Diary; “The Poet,”
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Just absolute sheets and scads of water everywhere. And the noise of it, a roaring that shakes the bones. God I love this time of year.
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[Art of a Black knight, shown in profile from the knees up. He is wearing full armor with his shield and helmet strapped to his back. His hair is close-cropped. He’s standing next to a white horse who has their head lowered. The knight looks serious and determined. ]
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“Some mornings / in summer I step outside / and the sky opens / and pours itself into me / as if I were a saint / about to die.”
— Lisel Mueller, from Second Language: Poems; “There Are Mornings” (via atreides)
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Itachi Uchiha - Death
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov // Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game // Mahmoud Darwish // Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House // Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood // Richard Siken
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I fired up my cauldron just in time to make some witchy wine. By The Pricking Of My Wine Bottle… at @theatticoneighth.
Source: theatticoneighth.com
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gentle reminder: your voice and your presence is a comfort to someone; maybe a friend, maybe an animal, maybe to yourself; even if you don't notice.
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Wait, isn't that the high king of the Noldor?
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the thing about the silm is like. you realise everyone was always destined to fail and through the text they realise they were all always destined to fail and the fabric of the world itself is against them but they still keep trying and hoping while knowing they probably won’t be alive to see whatever brightness the future has in store
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Playing around with more options for my starry creature series
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The beast marched through the labyrinthine streets of the city’s old town accompanied by a 42-foot spider for the group’s latest production The Guardian of the Temple. The pair of machines performed an operatic interpretation of the myth of Ariadne, a Cretan princess who helped Theseus overcome the Minotaur, to live music. These impressive kinetic sculptures are La Machine’s latest project from their oeuvre of mechanical bestiary which has operating worldwide since 1999.