Crownprinceknut - Knut

Kitty in the rigging - Tigress aboard Barque Picton Castle, 2018

I've taken the flesh built from Adam's rib and made it my own, and I put my fingers in his wound and worshipped him like he deserved, because we are not men as god has made us, but as we have made ourselves, and so we have made ourselves gods in our own image, and with my fingers in his flesh i said "Look at us, we are men." Our bodys are holy ground, we made them such and so we took turns worshipping what we created on our hands and knees, inventing devotion. We gave eachother the grace and divinity that such an act of creation earned, inventing faith. We have made ourselves holy all on our own.

@necroticblue I kept thinking about what you said and how it relates to manhood and God

(detail from ‘Return of the Prodigal Son’ c. 1619 by Guercino)

renaissance in the 21st century

I think I met a new role model this morning, in the form of a professor.

When a student appeared tired, he said, oh are you tired? You didn’t have coffee maybe? That’s fair I only had three which is less than half than my normal consumption so forgive me if I’m not well woken up!

(Can’t insist enough on the fact that it was morning.)

Then he put a slide of his presentation and it was a species of animals and he went like ah yeah I’m supposed to talk about them to you but I don’t like them so I won’t! Next slide!

Other citations include:

So, you were all taught than the brain is three parts then 5, and I’m sorry to tell you your professor lied to you.

So, we don’t actually know how octopus brains work, or if they really have a brain, because when we try to study them they try to escape. And when we present them with a simple activity, they do something else instead. (For exemple, a typical activity would be pulling a lever to have a treat. An octopus broke the lever and played with it).

It’s actually harder to study octopus and crows than rats because they get bored.

Okay, you’re supposed to identify this picture, but you won’t be able to and that’s fair, so let me tell you what it is.

I put that info here because it’s cool but you don’t have to learn it. But you could, cause that would be a cool fun fact to tell your friend while drinking beers this evening.

Also important to tell that this man was very badly dressed, seemed to not have slept in like half a million years and not seen a hairbrush in even longer than that.

Im gonna have class with him next week as well and I can’t wait.

I will be honest guys, the Red portrait of king Charles is gorgeous asdfghjkl

it's a bad portrait. Like. Objectively. It does the opposite of what's intended. It looks like the painter is insulting him. If it was in a contemporary gallery with no context you would see it immediately as the ambivalent criticism of Charles's reign, how he fades into the overwhelming red background as a tiny little figure, small and insignificant, insufficient for the clothes he's wearing. It reminds my of Goya's portraits, how they were so 'realistic' that they ended up making these great figures look pathetic to the viewer. So these are our rulers?

the sheer novelty. the surprise and shock, the kinda cunt it's serving for no reason. I. I love it. It's an incredible portrait by Jonathan Yeo. By the sheer fact that Charles, the man, is impossible to portray as greater than man because he's just such a nothingburger of a dude. So a portrait made to make him look huge and interesting made him be swallowed in red brushstrokes. The butterfly, that reminded me immediately of " we will all laugh at guilded butterflies", draws more attention than him. It looks like an omen. It looks like a warning in all this red. Something is not right here.

This is the best royal portrait ever 10/10

genuinely so scary that you can't access the page on the ssc website that guides you through changing your sex designation. so so fucking scary. they are already making our lives harder. they are already taking what little resources we have.

do you have any spiritual thoughts on blood? pomegranates, periods, prophecy-- does what comes out of me monthly and hurts me so horribly mean anything at all besides that familiar pain no one will help me with?

the priests feared it for a reason