#january

[without-ado]

First full moon of the year l Betul Turksoy

[theshunbun]

Russet, im doing my best 💕

[jinovel]

so true

[danandphilupdates]

dan insta story

14/1/25

[geopsych]

Walked down to the park to look at the ice on the stream. I took lots of pictures and some videos. What I didn’t know when I started this one was that the church bells and a sapsucker were going to do the soundtrack.

[shisasan]

January 14, 1926 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

[caveundertree]

Full moon

All things are possible ✨️

[theshunbun]

Potato mom ♥💕

[floorcharts]

Who: Senator Eric Schmitt (R-Missouri)

X: @SenEricSchmitt

When: January 2025

What: DEI in the Military

Watch on C-SPAN

*Note, military is misspelled above to miltary

[ceriashward]

Reblogging to save a user! Keep your eyes on suspicious links!

hey everyone be careful

I don't know if anyone has talked about this, but lately this has been happening in other fandoms too. There'll be these bot accounts that straight up steals people's posts and adds "expand" "read more" "continue" as a link in the end of the post - DON'T CLICK ON THAT, it's most likely a malware or something of the like.

so if you see a post like this: no profile picture, something that looks reposted (I've seen this happening to artists too) and a link at the end, even if the post has tags, that's a bot. Block and report it.

stay safe, and I hope @staff finds a way to stop these bots soon!

[thedungeonbat]

no sleep, no coffee🌛

Just like the night before I slept less than 4 hours tonight, yay…Our coffee machine didn’t feel like doing its job at 6.30am (me too, my dear, me too), so the only thing that made me feel somewhat alive was todays sunset. Since the term is almost over we’re not doing too much in classes anymore. Gladly that means I can more or less relax until February. Except for homework and teachers getting on my nerves (my tutor huh). Who didn’t get on my nerves though was a friend of mine! They asked if I could give them feedback on their writing samples for their uni applications and I really enjoyed reading and reviewing it! It was a mix of short stories, text excerpts and poems; their last poem was my personal favourite :)

Now: watching soccer match, hoping to sleep >4h

[theamericanpin-up]

K.O. Munson - January 1945 Artist's Sketch Pad Calendar Illustration - Brown & Bigelow Calendar Co. - American Pin-up Calendar Collection

[gon-iii]

達磨陳列

2011年、芝大神宮。

陳列される獅子舞と達磨。意外と値が張る。

Lightroom Classicのぼかし機能でちょっとボカシを強めにしてみた。右手にあった値札の文字がずいぶんボケて不自然なのでPhotoshopで消したりなどした。

[cynicalclassicist]

Reblogging it on the 16th!

Tintin remembers what comes after 15.

[adventuresofalgy]

The restless wind had rushed through the tall spruces all night, and by the morning it had swept the drenching Scotch mist far, far away… for the moment, at least…

And, much to Algy's astonishment – for the weather birds had told him that it would remain misty and wet all week in the wild west Highlands of Scotland – the sun was beginning to shine. However, the rather-too-brisk south-westerly was ruffling his feathers in a way that was considerably less than pleasant in the cool January air, so, like many of his smaller feathered friends, Algy decided to seek cover in a dense, evergreen bush.

He knew that some of them favoured the handsome bay tree which grew in a sheltered spot in his assistants' garden, so he decided to try it for himself. Settling down on its dense branches, Algy found that it did indeed afford a great deal of protection from the wind, and the invigorating aroma of its leaves, which continued to glow bright green, even in the depths of winter, lifted his winter-weary spirits. Relaxing happily in the arms of the welcoming bush, Algy began to recite, for the benefit of any smaller birds nearby who might not have the advantage of a good literary education:

How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours see Crown’d from some single herb or tree, Whose short and narrow verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid; While all flow’rs and all trees do close To weave the garlands of repose. Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear! Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men; Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow. Society is all but rude, To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am’rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress’ name; Little, alas, they know or heed How far these beauties hers exceed! Fair trees! wheres’e’er your barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found.

[Algy is reciting the first three verses of the poem The Garden by the 17th century English metaphysical poet and politician Andrew Marvell.]