To The Substitute Art Teacher - Jordan Bolton
the atlas six by olivie blake
↳ we are gods of our own universe, aren't we? destructive ones.
coffee and books
A decaying neo-gothic turret hin among the hills in Italy
Selva Aparicio: Childhood Memories (2020) hand carved tapestry directly into wooden flooring
Otto Hesselbom (1848 - 1913) - Christmas Eve at the Grave. 1896.
Sergei Andriyaka – New Year’s Night. 1984
𝖻𝗒 𝖨𝖽𝖺 𝖱𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝖮𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾 & 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝖳𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍
Walden and Other Writings Henry David Thoreau
Some of the pages and covers of Percy Shelley’s notebooks (1811-1822) — accessed through the Digital Bodleian Library
tumblr isn’t a social media it’s a farmers market and the people you follow are the vendors and your mutuals are regulars and sometimes a person I buy pumpkins from will start selling realistic models of sailboats and damn i’m not gonna buy any but I will come by and compliment you on your sailboats
Sometimes the bakery stall that's been selling top tier muffins and bread for years all of a sudden has an entire table dedicated to moss balls wearing little hats. and the correct response to that is "okay! happy for you!"
‘‘jesus is my homeboy’’ photographed by david lachapelle for i-D magazine, september 2003
Arada dünyayı sessize alıp bir köşeye çekilmek istiyor insan...
I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because 'romantic' doesn't mean 'sugary.' It's dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can't attain.
— Catherine Breillat
Speaking of omega…
Here is an image of a surreal number tree.
Quoting Wikipedia, “In mathematics, the surreal number system is a totally ordered proper class containing the real numbers as well as infinite and infinitesimal numbers, respectively larger or smaller in absolute value than any positive real number.”
Have you ever had an irresistible inclination to perform everyday mathematical operations on, say, ½-omega-squared, plus pi, minus epsilon? Do you have the insatiable urge to play with infinitely-large and infinitely-small quantities, and everything in-between, all at the same time? Are you dissatisfied by restricting yourself to the numbers you encounter in measurable, physical reality?
Take a walk on the wild side. Try the surreals.
Florence Welch, 2023 🧜🏻♀️
I really love encountering stories about what great poets were like in college, like
- Byron racked up huge debts during his time at Trinity college, and was wildly and passionately bisexual with a string of same-sex lovers. He was angry Trinity didn't allow for dogs, so he brought a tame bear instead. The college administration legally couldn't do anything about it so he went about walking his bear on a leash
- Keats spent years pursuing a medical degree, to much success, but got depressed as his workload cut into his writing time. He quit his medical studies, and his brother said he would rather die than not be a poet. Keats lent too much money to his friends and brothers, despite already struggling financially, which put him in debt
- Shelley despised Eton college, and spent his time studying the Occult and conducting rituals trying to raise the dead. When he attended Oxford he skipped most classes and instead spent time in the science lab he had set up in his dorm. He was eventually expelled after writing a treatise on atheism and sending it to every bishop in the school
- Coleridge straight up dropped out of Cambridge and enlisted in the army under a fake name to avoid his debts
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