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and is there a girl fawkes

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“There is a time in late September when the leaves are still green, and the days are still warm, but somehow you know that it is all about to end, as if summer was holding its breath, and when it let it out again, it would be autumn.”

King’s Mountain by Sharyn McCrumb

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Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…

—  William Faulkner, from The Sound and the Fury (Harrison Smith, 1929)

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feels unendingly historically relevant when im reading about all of these artistic and intellectual circles in turn of the century europe that were concerned with the falseness of capitalist life, disenchantment with modernity, often looking to mystical and spiritual things etc. 20 years later basically everyone in these neo-romanticist movements who wasnt jewish or didnt consciously become a socialist ended up supporting fascism

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cottagecore is fucking stupid. ur supposed to put a bunker there. and tons of machines. stretching miles into the earth and toward the heavens. droves of artificial people living and dying in the hot stinking depths to bring forth an artificial god that truly does care for us and can be controlled. ur supposed to make a gore engine

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i feel like i'm littering people's dashboard and my own blog when i reblog emo and edgy posts, i'm so sorry everyone thanks for putting up with me

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“— did you feel the terror of existence?”

— Vicente Huidobro, from Altazor, or a Voyage in a Parachute; The Selected Poetry: 1893-1948.

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The Lockheed AC-130 in action

Due to the cloud of smoke left behind after flares are released, this aircraft is widely known as “The Angel of Death”

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Jewels, by Christina Rosetti

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[ID: three pairs of shots from ‘revolutionary girl utena’ paired with lines of black text, some of which is highlighted pink. saionji watching touga with an intense, questioning expression in the flashback to utena’s parents’ funeral; touga is watching utena (off-screen) and inexplicably smiling. text reads: ‘he leaned up a little and watched her face. her face would now be, forever, more mysterious and impenetrable than the face of any stranger.’

juri staring into her open locket, the top half of her face cut off by the frame; a close-up of shiori’s picture in her locket, in which she looks to the right. text reads: ‘strangers’ faces hold no secrets because the imagination does not invest them with any. but the face of a lover is unknown precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself.’

utena, showing off akio’s gift of earrings, reflected in one of the lenses of anthy’s glasses. in the next shot her reflection has disappeared, showing only the close-up of anthy’s blank eye watching her. text reads: ‘it is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.’ /end ID]

revolutionary girl utena (1997) / james baldwin, another country

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a rainbaaaaaah.

sheipsees via valais blacknose sheep scotland

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It is always a rewarding feeling to look back on where you have come from, to see the progress you have made. Teddy paused as he climbed above the trees and gained a view down valley in Nelson Lakes National Park, marveling at the distance he had covered and shuddering at the distance yet to come. 

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girl i don’t know how to say this. that’s not a found family that’s a platoon of child soldiers.

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Kashmir, 1998

[Photo: Steve McCurry, Magnum Photos]

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Like the moon, I want to touch places just by looking.

Anne Michaels, Skin Divers

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Young Wodaabe women. Photographed 1997 in Niger.