Worms. Creatures from the dreams and nightmares are here. They are real and unbelievably beautiful.
Christ’s face engraved in a single spiral line: Claude Mellan, “The Sudarium, or Veil of St Veronica,” engraving, France, 1649.
In a single line and starting from the tip of Jesus’ nose, Mellan has engraved the entire face, the folded veil, and the lettering below. The modulations in direction, from thick to thin, model the image in chiaroscuro (light and dark). Thus the shapes and volume of the engraving are achieved. [text via British Museum]
I remember you
Society has put up so many boundaries, so many limitations on what’s right and wrong that it’s almost impossible to get a pure thought out. It’s like a little kid, a little boy, looking at colors, and no one told him what colors are good, before somebody tells you you shouldn’t like pink because that’s for girls, or you’d instantly become a gay two-year-old. Why would anyone pick blue over pink? Pink is obviously a better color. Everyone’s born confident, and everything’s taken away from you.
Kanye West (via emilyteix)
kanye west fucking rules and shut the fuck up
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"Deep, Deep Trouble" (1991) Bart Simpson squashed beneath the front door by his party guests…
i want this
I wouldn’t necessarily mind people not knowing I’m gay, but I don’t like being thought of as straight — in the same way that I don’t mind people not knowing I’m a writer, but it would be awkward if they assumed I was an extreme skateboarder, because that’s so far removed from the reality of my life. But there is no blank slate where orientation is concerned; we are straight until proven otherwise. And if you’ve never seen how dramatically a conversation can be derailed by a casual admission of homosexuality, let me tell you, it gets awkward.
This speaks to me so much, and is probably the most important part, but let me tell you, I like this bit more:
What would be great, I think, is if I could hire some kind of old-timey town crier to precede me into any room I enter, shouting “Lesbian coming! Lesbian coming this way!” and possibly ringing some kind of bell. Then everyone would already know before our interaction commenced, and they could be pleasant or horrible as the spirit moved them, but at least we’d be communicating from a place of honesty and I wouldn’t have to worry about whether I’ll inadvertently reveal myself.
i feel very much this way when i meekly mention that i’m agender. it gets awkward indeed. i don’t want to hide my gender identity from people, but i don’t like the idea of constantly having it out in the open at all times either.
Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light. “From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”
looks cool though
Anonymous asked: do you even care about grammar
grammar and spelling are really important to me. I actually study grammar and spelling in typing styles. It’s not important to me as “WOW THEY SPELLED A WORD WRONG” or “WOW THEY USED THE WRONG YOUR” but rather I look for repeating themes in typing styles and can link that to a grapholect–or an internet dialect/register [typing styles unique to certain parts of the internet]
For instance a common grapholect is the doge meme speak shit.
"Much grammar, so spelling, very grapholect. wow"
thats a very specific and deliberate way of typing. There is a correct way to type in this grapholect and an incorrect way to type in this grapholect, and I think that’s fucking cool.
How about we look at language rapidly evolving–due to constant need to type and communicate via text, and stop clinging to classist/ableist/racist/sexist/etc. old white guy’s language wet dream.
/ / . Chiesa di San lovely art
Piotr Stachiewicz (Polish, 1858-1938)
12 months - full set from “Boży rok”, where each illustration was based on proverbs and saints associated with the month.
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