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Søren Kierkegaard

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Virtual reconstruction of the thermopolium discovered during the last excavations in Pompeii.  Made by the Spanish archaeologist Pablo Aparicio Resco, based on original photographs by Luigi Spina / Parco Archeologico di Pompei.

Note: “Thermopolium” is a popular word created by the archaeologists; there was no such word in Latin, the actual word is Caupona; the modern equivalent of Restaurant, and at the same time Cafe/Bar and fast food stall.

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margaret atwood, november

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Wolf skeleton dressed as a warrior, found with an atlatl, gold disk, and shell necklace. Found in an offering at the Templo Mayor, Mexico City. Aztec. Late 15th century [1960x1065]

Source: https://reddit.com/r/ArtefactPorn/comments/e1lmwz/wolf_skeleton_dressed_as_a_warrior_found_with_an/

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we all talk about doing it scared doing it alone doing it weird etc. but the the hideously awful truth is that you also often have to do it stupid

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Maya C. Popa, from Wound is the Origin of Wonder: Poems: “All inner life runs at some delay”

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Charles van Havermaet (Belgian, 1870-1911)

Pensive Moment

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some highlights from hugh grant answering the proust questionnaire in vanity fair.

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Ralph Fleck (German, 1951), Stapel 27/VII [Stack 27/VII], 2013. Oil on canvas, 120 x 100 cm.

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Vito Russo, The Celluloid Closet: Homosexuality in the Movies

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Shakhrisyabz suzani, Uzbekistan, from the Rippon-Boswell’s Vok sale · Hali 

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fashioning these into a neomodernist manifesto

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snoopy reads dorian gray before bed

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imagine being a totally random dude and all you want to do is catch some fish and then you get stranded in this weird, gigantic foreign kingdom and they make you the utmost authority on your language and literally all you wanted was to catch fish

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“She wasn’t crying because of the life she led: because, never having led any other, she’d accepted that with her that was just the way things were. But I think she was crying because, through the music, she might have guessed there were other ways of feeling.”

— Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star