unlike instagram this is not burdened by watchful eyes and my second guesses of “i want to post this, but dont want X or Y to see it”
i had a dream that the three graces on my arm continued into an entire back piece of other renaissance art including the rest of Primavera and then the Creation of Adam. I had no idea the tattoo covered my whole back or that it was even on there because, it made sense to me in the dream, I cannot see my back! The tattoo artist just kind of did the rest of it when I was not looking?
Not to be a slut or anything but can someone come lie on top of me and kiss me like you've needed to your whole life
pepper jelly!
headphones broke its over. now i have to interact with my annoying neighbors ;(
Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student
i havent cried in a while i should try crying, could be #fun
idk what i would cry about… failing climbs? the passato prossimo? whats happening in the book im reading? i guess should count my blessings that there is nothing crazy happening to me to cry about. that being said im REALLY good at romanticizing my own sadness… until it becomes debilitating
angst sets in
We're stunned by this beautifully bound anthology of Persian poetry, created in the 16th century!
Attributed to present-day Turkey or Iran, the manuscript features ornate gold detailing and pages painted with watercolor and ink. It contains poetry by Amir Shahi of Sabzavar (Iranian, born in Sabzavar–died 1453), Maulana Nur al-Din `Abd al-Rahman Jami (Iranian, born 1414 in Jam–died 1492 in Herat), and Nasir Khusrau (Iranian, born 1003–died circa 1066).
The pages are composed using qita’i, a découpage technique in which letters are cut from colored paper and carefully arranged on contrasting folios.
The full anthology is part of The Metropolitan Museum of Art's open access collection and available to view on JSTOR.
(1, 2, 3, 4)
first time in my life i can feel the tangible effects of aging. i used to feel invincible, i hardly got sick, had perfect vision etc. getting lymes this summer sort of put me in check. i should also make an eye doctor appointment, last time i went there i was 7(?). it is becoming exponentially harder to read things from away and adjust focus. honestly though im not upset, truly. no one has done this to me, this is no ones fault. despite these small setbacks i feel pretty happy :) who knows, maybe i would be cute with some fun glasses.