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circles, thinking about summer

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River Run Through the Landscape - Hans Andersen Brendekilde

Danish , 1857-1942

Oil on canvas ,  54 x 69 cm.

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details from Renaissance paintings

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Night of blues , Blue Night - Hsin-i Kuo , 1921.

Taiwanese , b. 1974 -

Watercolour , 56 x 113 cm.

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“But I do know what I spent a long time existing, and now, I intend to live.”

— Robyn Schneider

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“If you light a lamp for someone else it will also brighten your path.”

— Unknown

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“You deserve someone who answers.”

— Unknown

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ❥ LADY RHEA, 1.11

❝ we must always help others in their darkest hour — for how else can we expect others to help us in kind? ❞

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“Replace fear of the unknown, with curiosity.”

— Dany Gokey

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"Nobody can ever love you as much as an artist can."

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green academia

(my personal favourite sub-aesthetic)

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⚔️ // even byleth could not FEIGN IGNORANCE to those pointed words . her crest had always garnered attention . even when it slumbered . and so , byleth grew still , chilled by seiros' sudden absence . that look in her eyes . . . seiros looked upon her AS THOUGH BYLETH BURNED .

"o-oh." her prickling fingertips retreated to the hem of byleth's coat , where the embroidery frayed and the cloth wore thin . even as this prickling feeling — this UNEASE — swelled in her , byleth knew there was very little to be done . no amount of REWINDING TIME could rewrite flame's rekindled spark in her . sothis will had been done . and this inevitable COLLISION . . . had it also been part of the goddess' foresight ?

"in my experience , i'm the only person who has possessed this power in a very long time . jeralt did not . . . . and . . . to tell you the truth , i wasn't wholly certain if it would ever return to me. " byleth paused only long enough to take in a long breath . her courage could not falter now . even if , in so many ways , seiros' steely - eyed gaze upon her felt BLISTERINGLY DAMNING .

"you seem displeased ."

◦ 「 ☆ 」 —— " as would i . . . yet , your father was a traveling mercenary , " seiros pulls away , talons curling into themselves , retracting away defensively ; a scorch that leaves a chill , " and i just wonder . . . "

who are they ?? because this feeling is horrifyingly familiar . there were . . . these people who existed to tease her grief , but none like this . there wasn't anything overtly remarkable about byleth's backstory ( there were many a' sell-sword ) , if not for how vague it remained . he had been a sword , bought . and he left with the taste of the goddess that stained the greys of his beard : who were they ??

to take this feeling of love from her and turn it into something disgusting .

" . . . if i met him . "

byleth eisner , with human name and blood of the goddess's people . . . who felt like an hearth and apocalypse . who felt like home .

" there is something unmistakable in you . . . and i have known so many who have come and gone over the years . but none who carry flame . "

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Reading is an art in and of itself. How you read. What you read. If you take notes as you read.

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⚔️ // oh . soon enough , lithe hand glided across the covers of a particularly old book . its spine was crackled leather , having seen better days before being discarded . while byleth did know that the archives had manifested similar tomes onto its shelves , it was for her own purposes that she found herself GRATEFUL to discover more copies of the monastery's FORBIDDEN TEXTS . this one was a forgotten memoir .

What did King Nemesis do to incur such unyielding wrath?

the book was snapped shut when her companion , whom she had invited on this market trip , drew nearer . lifting her gaze , byleth tilted towards zhongli , curious as to his own wares .

"did you find anything from your homeland?"

@chenshixianyou / 🌻

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Abbott H. Thayer, Waterlilies 1884

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Hans Zatzka

Austrian, 1859-1945

The Belly Dancer (details)

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François Martin-Kavel 

French, 1861-1931

Femme Nue Au Voile Bleu (detail)