no eden

anonymous asked:

Hiiii I think you already know I've been lurking on your blog for a few hours lol I've been reading your posts about mitam and sott, sweet creature etc. Is it possible you could make one for more songs on the pink album? I would love to see woman or only angel!!! Specially woman tbh. I know it's a lot to just ask but it would be amazing! If you already have a post about this just ignore me lol (or direct me to it) thank you, sea xxx

WOMAN has always puzzled me, and I have read a lot of good interpretations, but I was still not really satisfied for my own musical curiosity. So here goes nothing. 

I am basing my interpretation on these lyrics, and will refer to times from this video:

Someone very fortuitously discovered an allusion to Charles Bukowski’s poem, Old Man, Dead in a Room

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Typography Tuesday

This week’s #TypographyTuesday post comes from Norman W. Forgue‘s Chicago imprint,The Black Cat Press: A Philosophy of Esthetics by Dale Nichols, designed by Nichols and Forgue, and letterpress printed in 1938 by Louis Graf in hand-set Ludlow Eden Light and Bold types on Archer White Velvet Smooth paper in an edition of 550 copies. Our copy is signed by Dale NIchols who was a noted American regionalist painter of the 1930s and 1940s.

Nichols incorporated a number of typographic elements into his illustrations, but this publication is distinctive for Nichols’s use of the Ludlow Eden type family, which corresponds to his philosophy of esthetics outlined in this book. Eden was display face designed by Robert Hunter Middleton for the Ludlow Typograph Company in the 1930s.

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“I couldn’t function,” Adrien grinds out between clenched teeth. “It was our wedding night and I couldn’t touch you without all hell breaking lose every five minutes, and it’s like they know that Ladybug and Chat Noir were getting married and decided to wreak havoc just to spite us. I almost couldn’t protect you… and after that I had to repeatedly tell myself that you weren’t mine just so I could focus on the fight without going insane.” ……

At her prompting, he pulls away from her, only to bring their foreheads together. His eyes are still closed.

“Well, I am yours,” she tells him.

“And I, yours,” he answers.

“We’re married,” she adds.

“We’re married,” he sighs.

“And you can touch me. In fact, you already are.“

His eyes open, then, and what she sees is not her laughing, gentle Adrien, nor her playful, flirty Chat Noir. It is a combination of the two, and she’s seen this version many times before, but never has his gaze contained such electric ferocity of delight, worship, and starvation.

"Believe me, My Lady,” he purrs against her lips. “I haven’t quite touched you yet.”

Super duper incredibly fun commission for @sarahcada from her AWESOME fanfic, “Try and Try Until You…”