#jeans and sea

[elenaki88]

Sea ya

[thatexygurl]

there's so many things in tsc that just come at you all at once, so it's hard to focus on just one thing to break down, but the most glaring thing that stood out to me is how hard it is to really put someone back together. especially someone so shattered that it's nigh impossible to glue them back and pray they don't crumble under your ministrations.

if jean is neil's foil, then jeremy is andrew's direct antithesis. whereas andrew is a steady bedrock because he's been broken too many times to know how to weather the storm, jeremy is too soft hands and an even softer soul. he cares and cares and cares. so empathetic and so gentle it almost breaks your heart. you pray for the impossibility that jeremy can survive knowing the truth because if he doesn't, then what hope does jean have? so you pray he can be steady too. that he can weather the storm as well. that he will not break when knowing that just under the surface lies shark-infested waters.

but then you remember the beginning. "even knowing everything could go completely sideways, you'd make that choice every time"

in every other universe, jean has not survived. but in every other universe, he did not have the trojans.

[j-eongs]

　　　✿　 ❛　 🌊×　❏　 ˚　(*ᴗ͈˳ᴗ͈)　⊹

[aseaofquotes]

Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

[diioonysus]

aphrodite & venus + art

[soracities]

thinking of Kafka's so called failed drawing of a horse and my theory regarding the classic "its impossible to draw a horse" dilemma is not that you can't draw a horse but that hardly anyone can truly draw a Horse because even when you have it down anatomically you've still missed the Essence of Horse, the horseness of the Horse, if you will, and this is EVERYTHING

you can draw a cat or a pigeon and absolutely capture the catness and the pigeonness of a cat and a pigeon but the horseness of a horse is so phenomenally antithetical to any and all visual representation it will never sit right ever. got the proportions perfectly rendered? faithfully captured the sheen on the coat? delineated all the sinews and muscles of this insane beast in motion? great. still not a Horse though!!!

truly i think 3 year olds are sometimes the only people who see the horse for what it is bc accurate depictions of horsenessness have nothing to do w anatomy and EVERYTHING to do w expressing the Vibe of being near these ridiculous animals. like the entire history of art flounders before the horse bc no amount of breaking them into circles and boxes will help you whatsoever these creatures are made up ENTIRELY of an utterly INCOMPREHENSIBLE marriage between mad staggering bulk and fluid motion like lets be real a static image will NOT cut it no matter how perfect we think the flank-to-belly ratio is.

im sorry but the cult of Realism has warped our minds Kafka nailed it this is precisely what a horse IS precisely !!

i rest my case

[themusewithinthemusewithout]

Alfred Jean Foretay, Bronze Art Nouveau Nude

[mossflavouredbaby]

Is that a lighthouse with a dying light, or a reflection of my glowing eyes?

Am I a monster of the deep?

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[equatorjournal]

tropisms by pierrot out now on equator

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Méditerranée (Jean-Daniel Pollet, 1963)

[illustratus]

The Abduction of Europa by Jean-François de Troy

[derangedrhythms]

[…] and you bewitch with her. She is in your blood and your bones. By night and by day.

Jean Rhys, from ‘Wide Sargasso Sea’

[icecreamwithjackdaniels]

Jean Baptiste Vérany (French, 1800–1865). Chromolithographs of cephalopods, from Mollusques Méditeranéens (1851)

Eledon Aldrovandi

Loligo vulgaris

Loligo todarus

Octopus vulgaris

Octopus macropus

Loligo sagittata

[j-eongs]

　　　✿　 ❛　 ⚓️×　❏　 ˚　(*ᴗ͈˳ᴗ͈)　⊹

[soracities]

Crying, soaking in the depths. Glad not to recognize myself anymore.

Jean-Michel Maulpoix, from “Nine days at sea as in a church...” (in Diary of an Ephemeral Man), A Matter of Blue: Poems (trans. Dawn M. Cornelio)

[uaravsh]

"I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and wanted to be always alone."

- Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea