“And It All Starts With A Single Slinky Note On A Clarinet, And A Simple Line On A Piece Of Paper,”

iced coffee season is here

Paul Merwart (1855-1902, Polish) ~ Refuge before a Storm, 1880

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“The Farewell of Telemachus and Eucharis” by Jacques-Louis David (1748-1825), 1818

Oh god chapter 69. I can't believe they interrogate the Abbe Busoni (Edmond Dantes) and Lord Wilmore (Edmond Dantes) about the Count of Monte Cristo (Edmond Dantes). Hilarious. Fantastic. Love it.

5.15.22

the feminine urge to listen to famous last words on your way home from work at 7:15 pm and just look at the sunset and feel so present and human for a few minutes

6.28.22

for some reason i felt really bummed out today idk why cuz i went to the library and got flowers and got a new notebook but i just felt very blah. i got a lot done though so tomorrow will be a better day

“𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵, 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴?”

-𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘰𝘸𝘴𝘬𝘪

“The Roses of Heliogalabus” By Lawrence Alma-Tadema (1888)

“Oppressit in tricliniis versatilibus parasitos suos violis et floribus, sic ut animam aliqui efflaverint, cum erepere ad summum non possent.”

“In a banqueting-room with a reversible ceiling he once buried his guests in violets and other flowers, so that some were actually smothered to death, being unable to crawl out to the top.”

“The Life of Fairies” By Hans Zatzka

this or nothing

Mother, tell me what to do. How do I breathe without also choking on the air? How do I grow up without also losing my innocence?

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned