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we should all be living communally in castles 

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bipoc in (modern) dark academia 1/?: black girls

models/sources: [row 1] chanel mckinsie, subanbrn, unknown, [row 2] moonymaps, chocodamix, karly loyce, [row 3] donniedarkage, anok yai, unknown

mod reaux

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Do you ever think about how many of the items now considered priceless artifacts were once commonplace items? The coins we now marvel at from behind the glass at a museum were once tossed around, stepped on, and traded around. The pottery painstakingly pieced back together was somebody’s favorite wine jug. The decorative pin now rusted and bent once held together the shoulder of someone’s chiton. History is simply a trail of ordinary people going about their day, and I think there’s an odd sort of beauty in that.

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Villa Borghese. Rome, Italy.

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The ritual calls for 100 sacrifices, but after reading it carefully you realize that it never specified they had to be human. Deciding to be the smartass that you are, you got a petri dish full of bacteria and sacrificed that instead.

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waiting for the night to fall

when everything is bearable

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Parham House & Gardens.

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“It’s not instant. It’s something you do over a period of time. It began with green accents. I’d mix green into my nail polish, and put green streaks in my hair. There’s a small school across the street from our house. And whenever I walked our dog Dylan, I noticed that the children responded to the green. They’d give me little, timid waves. Oh, I love children. Little, happy people. They’re just so naturally there. And they love green. They’re drawn to it. Children are always bringing me green things, and dropping letters into my mailbox. Sometimes I can’t even read the handwriting, but it makes me so happy. People make me happy. They’re always so loving and sweet. I’ve never met a negative person, I just don’t bother with that part of people. When someone approaches me on the street, I give them a hug, and say something nice. It’s all that I’m looking for. And it’s all that I find. It really makes a big difference in life, not to be closed up. It’s a way of life. Whether you become a doctor, or a lawyer, or a green lady, you’re accomplishing what’s in your heart.” #comebacknyc

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Details from illuminated manuscripts. Getty Museum, 2018

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currently on an imaginary adventure through the woods, heading to the dragon’s lair.

Who’s down to join me?

[source: Pinterest]

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Morning and Luna, by Carl Schweninger the Younger, 1903. Oil on canvas.

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