In Defiance of Death
John White Alexander (American,1856-1915)
An Idle Moment, c. 1885
Oil on canvas
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I haven’t done any fandom things in a minute but here’s some chickens
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Finally finished this fanart of Adele and Marras from @lohtulauluja's Kellopelisydän
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Jon sketch
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Benjamin Sullivan, the honorable and somewhat mysterious court magician was married last Saturday to Lettie Hatter, formerly of Market Chipping. The other court magician was also there, presumably as a guest of the matron of honor, Sophie Pendragon nee Hatter, the bride's sister. They seemed wrapped up in some sort of disagreement for most of the ceremony though.
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sanguina (i've been waiting for you all my life) 🌹✨
(a sapphic story about past lives, a folklore tale and two star crossed lovers)
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Though I try hard to be alone, I can't be alone. I think about this kind of sweet apprehension. What can I do for this person? What can I be for that person? Maybe not being anything, or trying hard to be something, but rather being honest to myself is the kind of love that I can give.
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— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra — Joseph Lorusso, Playing Their Song —
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Dream with Dancing Trees by Ulla Thynell This is available as wrapping paper! Link to the Society6 store ♥
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When we made it back home, back over those curved roads that wind through the city of peace, we stopped at the doorway of dusk as it opened to our homelands. We gave thanks for the story, for all parts of the story because it was by the light of those challenges we knew ourselves— We asked for forgiveness. We laid down our burdens next to each other.
— Joy Harjo, from “Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings”
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“A heart’s a heavy burden.”
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vasya and morozko
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Winter light shining like grief in your hair, black as the wing of a crow, and like joy. The old year dying around us then; the weather all bright wind, wild and clear.
Cecilia Woloch, ‘New Year’, in Narcissus (via weltenwellen)
