foxflowering on ao3. 26. i'm a mysterious sack of bones. i dream with corpses for a living.
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theo van gogh was the one who suggested that his older brother vincent start seriously painting. as soon as theo was gainfully employed he gave vincent around 15% of his own yearly salary for art supplies, lodging, and food. about 2/3rds of vincent's surviving letters were to theo (including vincent's earliest and last letters), all of which were found stored in theo's desk. theo's child, vincent willem, was born on january 31st, 1890, and vincent was so delighted by his nephew that he painted almond blossoms for him. vincent shot himself half a year later on july 29th, 1890. theo's distress at his brother's death worsened his syphilis symptoms and he died half a year after his brother on january 25th, 1891 (four days before vincent willem's first birthday). theo was reburied next to vincent in auvers-sur-oise at the request of theo's wife johanna.
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I hate 2 say it but being a part of a “weird” subculture does not meaningfully inoculate you against a conservative moralizing impulse. You gotta unlearn that. Saying “cringe is dead” is not enough, you have to actually be okay with things that discomfort, perplex and/or disgust you.
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Intelligence isn't real. Locking in isn't real. Manifesting isn't real. Tryharding isn't real. Nobody has a divine feminine, or a love language, or a humoral temperament. Men aren't real. Women aren't real. The club is a projection. The world is not a hologram. There are no afterlives, sacred frequencies, or psychological archetypes. Your body is a temple but like, one of those Sumerian ones that was mainly for storing grain. Epicurus was right. Get it twisted and always be twisting it.
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tragedy enjoyers when even good intentions lead to ruin
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small talk enjoyers when the weather is in any way notable:
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if this tweet doesn’t make perfect sense to u immediately then u weren’t meant to understand it
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painting this on the ceiling above my bed so it's the first thing i see upon waking in the morning and the last thing i see before falling asleep at night
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Daily schedule:
Wake up on the problematic side of the bed
Eat a harmful breakfast
Log onto tumblr and reblog posts from abusive mutuals
Attend narcissistic classes
Watch an irredeemable movie
Listen to offensive music
Eat a cancelled dinner
Go to sleep derogatorily
Have dreams that will have aged poorly by the time I wake up
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i just got a degree btw!
#bachelor's in anthropology with a minor in classical archaeology!#my first excavation in greece this summer!#starting grad school for funerary archaeology in the fall!#yahoo
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cannibal as a metaphor for love this, cannibalism as a metaphor for corruption that........ we need to get back to the basics, girlies: cannibalism as a desperate act of survival in circumstances far more horrifying than most of us could ever comprehend
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Oh, okay. I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your mythology and you select out, oh I don’t know, the rape of persephone, for instance, because you’re trying to tell the world that you think maturation and sexual development are a kind of death and rebirth. But what you don’t know is that that narrative is not from claudian, it's not from ovid, it's not from callimachus, it’s actually from the oral tradition. You’re also blithely unaware of the fact that in the seventh century BC, Hesiod the rhapsode composed "Αὐτὰρ ὁ Δήμητρος πολυφόρβης ἐς λέχος ἦλθεν, ἣ τέκε Περσεφόνην λευκώλενον, ἣν Ἀιδωνεὺς ἥρπασε ἧς παρὰ μητρός· ἔδωκε δὲ μητίετα Ζεύς." And then I think it was a certain homeric hymnist, wasn’t it, who elaborated on it with an added narrative of Demeter's wrath? And then demeter's sorrow showed up in the choral odes of several different greek tragedies. Then it filtered down through the Alexandrians and then trickled on down into some tragic augustan vates where you, no doubt, fished it out of some georgic. However, that myth represents thousands of years and countless poets and so it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from poetry when, in fact, you’re rehashing the "subversions" that were selected for you by the people in that poetic tradition. From a pile of “mythology”.
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I had to draw something for stir the heart by @weatheredlaw because it's one of my fave comfort jayvik fics.
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here's one thing i think wyllstarions and bloodweavers alike can agree on: that b/aldursgateanon blog has made every ship tag un-fucking-bearable to browse
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