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You don’t realize how good you have it til you lose institutional JSTOR access
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poems to read while having breakfast at the heartbreak hotel
I know I am but summer to your heart (Sonnet XXVII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Time does not bring relief (Sonnet II) by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale
[you fit into me] by Margaret Atwood
You by Carol Ann Duffy
Be Near Me by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Blessed be the spectacle by Lev St. Valentine
You Are Tired (I Think) by E.E. Cummings
Hope you're well. Please don't read this by Lev St. Valentine
To Say Dark Things by Ingeborg Bachmann
Lilichka by Vladimir Mayakovski
Love and Hate by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
Sanctuary by Jean Valentine
the winter sun says fight by Peter Gizzi
The More Loving One by W. H. Auden
A Primer For The Small Weird Loves by Richard Siken
Dirty Valentine by Richard Siken
Morning by Frank O Hara
We Don't Know How To Say Goodbye by Anna Akhmatova
You'll Live, But I'll Not… by Anna Akhmatova
from “An Attempt at Jealousy” by Marina Tsvetaeva
The Last Toast by Anna Akhmatova
In Dream by Anna Akhmatova
Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath
Talking In Bed by Philip Larkin
He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W.B. Yeats
La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats
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Endre Tót, Audio Visual Rain, (typewriting on paper), 1972 [The «Paris Review». © Endre Tót]
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it doesn’t have to be good it just has to be done
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just found my favourite catullus translation i thought i lost last year miscellaneous moodboard
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"A Thousand Plateaus" (1980), Gilles Deleuze & Felix Guattari
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"Kiss of Pan"
From the Underground Press Syndicate (Artist Unknown) 1970 illustration
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Hayley Barker (American, 1973) - Summer Valentine Path (2024)
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I think more historical fantasies and alt histories that have gay marriage be allowed should mess around with the societal implications of this. If your aristocracy allows gay marriage, why? As a release valve for inheritance problems, like monasticism was in parts of medieval Europe? As a way of removing your failchild from the line of succession by legally binding them to the failchild of your political ally, ensuring any offspring they both have will be illegitimate? How about a society where the lower classes are allowed to be gay but the nobility aren’t? Idk there’s just a lot of options that are more interesting than “homophobia just doesn’t real”
#also obviously whether theres a diff between gay men and lesbians and how they are treated#bc so much of history is abt controlling women. what we're just gonna let them marry now??#what are those women's positions in society etc#is it considered an advantageous marriage or not#like imagine lesbians still choosing not to marry each other even tho its allowed bc one of them wants to marry for wealth....#then we can still get gay affairs!! mwah!!
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Brideshead Revisited (1981)
Dir. Charles Sturridge, Michael Lindsay-Hogg. Starring Jeremy Irons as Charles Ryder, Anthony Andrews as Sebastian Flyte
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1,600-year-old lead curse tablet in the Museo Archeologico Civico di Bologna, of unknown provenance. — "The first known surviving curse directed at a Roman senator. ... The text is written mainly in Latin with Greek invocations ... 'Crush, kill Fistus the senator,' part of the curse reads, 'May Fistus dilute, languish, sink and may all his limbs dissolve …' " — Image a composite of photo and drawing found at The History Blog
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not every shadow is yours
acrylic paint, pencil, archival inkjet print on canvas 30x40”
2025
Tashi Salsedo
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“Perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols; vagabond-language scrawled on gate-posts and paving-stones along the weary road that others have tramped before us; perhaps you and I are types and this sadness which sometimes falls between us springs from disappointment in our search, each straining through and beyond the other, snatching a glimpse now and then of the shadow which turns the corner always a pace or two ahead of us”
— Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited (via comparative-irrelevance)
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“Time had wrought another change, too; not for her the sly, complacent smile of la Gioconda; the years had been more than ‘the sound of lyres and flutes,’ and had saddened her. She seemed to say: ‘Look at me. I have done my share. I am beautiful. It is something quite out of the ordinary, this beauty of mine. I am made for delight. But what do I get out of it? Where is my reward?’”
— Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh
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