academicstraykittie
☆very chaotic academia☆
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◇hi I'm noraa◇ i like cats and history and am an archeology and romance languages student; some of the pics i post are mine but most i got from pinterest
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academicstraykittie · 3 days ago
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handing out weird PDFs i saved years ago and never read to the trick or treaters
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academicstraykittie · 3 days ago
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et tu, boopte?
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academicstraykittie · 3 days ago
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academicstraykittie · 5 days ago
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Coptic textile, 6th - 10th century.
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academicstraykittie · 5 days ago
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academicstraykittie · 5 days ago
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when i first adopted my roman senator from the shelter he was so traumatized from being attacked by an angry mob in the forum that he would just curl up in a ball with his toga and whimper all day. but with careful support now he will eat olives from my hand without growling or biting or filibustering. it's amazing to see what love can do for senators<3
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academicstraykittie · 6 days ago
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i was the trolley all along :]
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academicstraykittie · 6 days ago
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Michael Banning, Light at the Top of the Stairs, 2024, Oil on canvas over panel
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academicstraykittie · 6 days ago
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the autism thing of having to learn to preface every question you ask with Holy Shit I'm Just Curious Please Dont Yell At Me because it turns out a lot of questions seem to Mean Something and people will get mad if you ask them
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academicstraykittie · 6 days ago
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the hollow men by t.s. eliot
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We are the hollow men
    We are the stuffed men
    Leaning together
    Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
    Our dried voices, when
    We whisper together
    Are quiet and meaningless
    As wind in dry grass
    Or rats' feet over broken glass
    In our dry cellar
   
    Shape without form, shade without colour,
    Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
   
    Those who have crossed
    With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
    Remember us-if at all-not as lost
    Violent souls, but only
    As the hollow men
    The stuffed men.
   
                              II
    Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
    In death's dream kingdom
    These do not appear:
    There, the eyes are
    Sunlight on a broken column
    There, is a tree swinging
    And voices are
    In the wind's singing
    More distant and more solemn
    Than a fading star.
   
    Let me be no nearer
    In death's dream kingdom
    Let me also wear
    Such deliberate disguises
    Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
    In a field
    Behaving as the wind behaves
    No nearer-
   
    Not that final meeting
    In the twilight kingdom
   
                    III
    This is the dead land
    This is cactus land
    Here the stone images
    Are raised, here they receive
    The supplication of a dead man's hand
    Under the twinkle of a fading star.
   
    Is it like this
    In death's other kingdom
    Waking alone
    At the hour when we are
    Trembling with tenderness
    Lips that would kiss
    Form prayers to broken stone.
   
                      IV
    The eyes are not here
    There are no eyes here
    In this valley of dying stars
    In this hollow valley
    This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
   
    In this last of meeting places
    We grope together
    And avoid speech
    Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
   
    Sightless, unless
    The eyes reappear
    As the perpetual star
    Multifoliate rose
    Of death's twilight kingdom
    The hope only
    Of empty men.
   
                            V
    Here we go round the prickly pear
    Prickly pear prickly pear
    Here we go round the prickly pear
    At five o'clock in the morning.
   
    Between the idea
    And the reality
    Between the motion
    And the act
    Falls the Shadow
                                    For Thine is the Kingdom
   
    Between the conception
    And the creation
    Between the emotion
    And the response
    Falls the Shadow
                                    Life is very long
   
    Between the desire
    And the spasm
    Between the potency
    And the existence
    Between the essence
    And the descent
    Falls the Shadow
                                    For Thine is the Kingdom
   
    For Thine is
    Life is
    For Thine is the
   
    This is the way the world ends
    This is the way the world ends
    This is the way the world ends
    Not with a bang but a whimper.
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academicstraykittie · 6 days ago
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Erecteion
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academicstraykittie · 6 days ago
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"i can fix him" ok well i can make him scared of me and hard
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academicstraykittie · 6 days ago
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~ Wooden figure of the Anubis-jackal, with long tail.
Cultures/Period: Late Period
Place of origin: Egypt
Medium: Wood
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academicstraykittie · 6 days ago
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academicstraykittie · 7 days ago
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Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
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academicstraykittie · 7 days ago
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peace of mind
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