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Jean-François Portaels (Belgian, 1818--1895)

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The breakup between Taylor Swift and Joe Alwyn is devastating because suddenly you find out Midnights was the break up album.

In my head, it was written as they were breaking up and in the last songs that in my head were written last -Dear Reader and Hits Different- some lines hint that they'd broke up

Like Hits Different has such an upbeat and sparkling production but the lyrics are actually heart wrenching like...

I pictured you with other girls in love, then threw up on the streets

Excuse me ?

Oh my, " love is a lie", shit my friends say to get me by

It hits different, it hits different this time

Catastrophic blues, moving on was always easy for me to do,

It hits different, it hits different because it's you

What did she say ??? And what if the friends were trying to get her by her breakup ?? She's literally talking about moving on

You were the one that I loved, don't need another metaphor it's simple enough

A wrinkle in time like the crease by your eye

This is why they shouldn't kill off the main guy...

Loved. Past sense. And the last line ?? She was supposed to end up with him, he's the main guy, but boom, he got killed.

Dear Reader and Hits Different are break up songs. And from Hits Different I think there's really not that much drama around their breakup and maybe they're still in good terms.

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SUNSETS PAST 7PM LETS GOOOOO WE MADE IT BOYS!!!

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My son saw a bug on the ceiling for the first time

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Literally LOOK AT MY USERNAME

safe and sound stans reblog this so i know who loves feeling like a calm, ethereal forest nymph

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I just realised that approximately 2000 years ago today on a random ide of march, Julius Caesar was assassinated, which if you think about it really backs up the French social combat because look at this guy and what happened to him when he chose to go to WORK when he was feeling sick.

Moral of the story : Going to work when you're sick or hangover really is a bad idea and should never happen because it can lead to your assassination by your most trusted senators and your own son thus irrevocably scar history by stopping what could have been the roman empire's greatest leader in account of you wanting to establish monarchy only for your adoptive son to overthrow the roman republic twenty years later and become the first roman emperor.

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(in case you need a knife in the next two days for reasons unrelated to political assassinations)

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Third consecutive day of on-going strikes in Paris has me feeling like that

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(in case you need a knife in the next two days for reasons unrelated to political assassinations)

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阿里磅瀑布

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Details from illuminated manuscripts. Getty Museum, 2018

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I hate, hate, hate, loathe my frozen brain for never being able to do anything as good as I want them to be - I care about my stories. I want to write. I waste time thinking about it all the time and documenting for them. In front of a blank page, the words never align easily in a continuous flow. It's ragged, scorned. I struggle, get off it, get back with tea in my hand and a fresh mind, and the little genius still won't show up. So much time lost.

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I have one more thing to day before I stop oversharing to the whole internet :

I am so mad, so mad a society for everyday engraining fucked up ideas into our elderly's minds. When the fuck are we going to talk about the exile and isolation they go through, firstly on their friend group when everyone starts to fucking die around them, then on a whole society's level, when we make them feel like their lack of contribution to society is an irreversible thing which affects their worth as a human being. When you're deemed too old to work, you're no longer useful to capitalism, therefore useless. Except retirement is the heaven pointed to us everyday of our lives.

And guess what ? My grandfather was pushed towards retirement, when ten years later he still was in good health, so bored and restless that he built a whole association exploiting a vineyard. He was in good health, but he died last week. Why ? (Tw : s**cide) Because he felt like we, his family, no longer needed him. And his uselessness and exile affected his so much that he ended his own life. And we're left with a casquet, multiple wreaths of flowers and eyes that go towards a room's edge to catch his figure when he'll walk in and we can finally pick up being useless together, talking instead of working, taking way too long for just a meal. He'll insist on making himself useful, because he didn't know who he was if not helpful, but we won't let him do anything, and ask him to come by for dessert, even when the chimney is clean, the tree's branches are cut, the fences are trimmed and the terrasse has been swept.

Okay I'm done. Death to exile, death to shame, pride, uselessness and isolement. All hail bretons and trousers with stitched up hems.

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Anyways, to anyone struggling with mental health : your thoughts and wants have nothing to do with your worth, it doesn't hurt your pride, it doesn't make you less of a human being than your neighbour. I know we'd all wish to go back to a clean, pure head we maybe had as a child. I know it gets hard. So hard that maybe you'd want to do anything for the pain to stop. But please know that s***cide doesn't take the pain away but passes it down to your family and friends. I love you. Talk to someone you love today. ♥️

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I buried my grandfather today, there's another ceremony later this week. That was the most exhausting day of my life. Also I saw all of my uncles, aunts, cousins, grandmother cry so this was traumatizing. I have to whisper about this, hush and don't say it too loud : he killed himself. It was a catholic ceremony, and you hear the priest go on and on about how we must say goodbye to him and I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that this was his choice. Anyways I think his death didn't made a lot of sense to me and catholic's views on death and suicide just can't fill it for me, it unnerves me more than anything - especially when you know people who killed themselves used to be buried out of their hamlet's cemetery. And my grandfather, like most people, killed himself because amongst other things because he felt exiled from his family, and from society because he was no longer useful to it.

I know this was like up until the 19th century, and nowadays my grandfather will be buried in a catholic cemetery, because he had the Faith, and that's the end of it. But still.

My grandfather was also a gendarme - which is like a traditional, rural police force in France - and because of how he ended this life, he didn't feel like he deserved to be buried in his uniform. We respected his wishes and didn't, but man, what the fuck. He was an honourable man, lead his life rightly, was always there for others. He privileged his family, work and health over anything, and even now you can see in the way his family interacts that we were all raised rightly. His values got passed along in a natural way. And today, even when the other side of my family is wealthier, more educated, all have pretty jobs and nice, big flats in the middle of Paris, he's the one who's showed me choices I'd make over and over.

I needed to rant. Nobody will see this. Anyways peace out

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My Greek Gods series ☆

Aphrodite, Athena, Hades, Artemis, Gaia, Hecate, Persephone