Lux ex tenebris


Grace / 17 / Scotland

"i am singing now while Rome burns
We are all just trying to be holy"


i don’t know if i went to too many museums as a child, but i’m 90% sure had i been alive in 17th century scotland i would have been burned/chucked in a loch as a witch. tbh it’s just the sort of luck i have

kateoplis:

Horse training for the militia, Mongolia, 1979, by Eve Arnold (1912-2012)

kateoplis:

Horse training for the militia, Mongolia, 1979, by Eve Arnold (1912-2012)

crown-and-glory:

the triumph of achilles - louise glück

crown-and-glory:

the triumph of achilles - louise glück

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valsez:

William Etty, Hero, Having Thrown herself from the Tower at the Sight of Leander Drowned, Dies on his Body (detail), 1829

valsez:

William Etty, Hero, Having Thrown herself from the Tower at the Sight of Leander Drowned, Dies on his Body (detail), 1829

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the idea of having to pay for university or any kind of healthcare is abhorrent to me…like it is literally so baffling to me amercians have to pay upfront for university. 

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people want to believe gender is something that’s essential, and people repeat these essentialist ideas all the time. oh, women do that and oh, men do that and the reality is that all women don’t anything. we as individuals do what we do, you know, and sometimes that’s informed by gender and sometimes it’s just who we are. and i think all that just makes people really, really uncomfortable because they don’t want to think about who they are.
—laverne cox (via ablogwithaview)

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chronosophy:

Carlo Mollino, Teatro Regio, Torino, 1965 - 1973

chronosophy:

Carlo Mollino, Teatro Regio, Torino, 1965 - 1973

pretty-distracting:

Matthijs Meel by Jasper Abels. preview Prestage Magazine via @jasperabels

pretty-distracting:

Matthijs Meel by Jasper Abels. preview Prestage Magazine via @jasperabels

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Gnossienne
n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand. (via breakfastwithgargoyles)

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no23:

Takuma Nakahira, via.

Alfred Stieglitz “Hands”

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