I Like The Sistine Chapel Ceiling A Lot Better Now That I Know It Was Painted By A Gay Man Who Was Motivated

Types of People as Piratecore Things!

Leviathan: an ancient curse, unnaturally clear water, it goes down and down and is so very dark and you still can't see the bottom, shadows beneath the waves that are more unsettling when you stop seeing them, a pistol at your side, constant vigilance, knowing so much and so little, salt-sores, whispering, always a second away from a mutiny

Whale Song: leaning out over the bow, held up by your faith in your ship and in your own body, wind tangling your hair, broken harmonies falling like meteors from the ratlines, rough hands, knowing how to wash blood out of your clothes, screaming and yelling out to the endless expanse of blue just for the sake of it, running barefoot over the deck and pulling the splinters out one by one, poke and stick tattoos, your crew is your family and you live and die like blood and saltwater

Torn Sails: storms, thunder, toothy smiles and missing teeth, sharks, trusting your blade and nothing else, knowing how to fix broken things, a half-full bottle of rum, always drinking straight from the bottle, intricate tattoos, a story only you can read, maps sprawled beneath your hands, tearing and taking from the world with hungry eyes and sharp teeth

Gold: rich wine, tired eyes, rare smiles, crooked teeth, expressions you've never learned to school into a mask, never being satisfied, the glutted feeling of success, bloody hands, thick soled boots, superstitions, refusing to learn how to swim, strange foods from strange ports, the skeleton of a mermaid hanging in your quarters, piles of coins and artifacts, you've long ago forgotten to fear death

Treasure Map: adventure, lusting for the unknown, another land, another port, another mile from anybody and anything that could stop you, long gulps of alcohol, sleeping rarely, open eyes, you will touch every corner of this earth or you will burn it down trying, knowing every star in the sky by name, never needing or wanting a map, trusting your crew with you life, unwavering faith that the horizon is just another rule to be broken, crooked fingers from being broken and never set properly, scars on your shoulders and left leg, the sound of striking matches one after another

Bloodied Lip: give em hell, bloody smiles like the end of the world, the sound of cannonfire ringing in your ears, sore muscles, pouring alcohol on the cuts that score your body, half because you know what happens if you don't, half to feel the burning one more time, a grave bookmarked at the bottom of the sea, dull knives and false hopes, a shipwreck and laughter as your last words

magic is real!!!

I really hope so!

Not to be controversial or anything, but if you identify yourself with dark academia but you don’t uses the lessons of past, in novels and general history, to reflect and better the present, the only academic you are is of ignorance.

The point of studying text and art and history is not to just appreciate it but to understand, analysis and apply it, as a means to shape a better present and future.

For example if you love blood brother but only analysis it in the context of class relations of the time it was wrote, and not also as a way to show how little we have changed dispute as a culture knowing that our system was wrong, you are not a academic. You are a fan.

There is nothing wrong with that but despite what Wilde says art has use beyond enjoyment, beyond the singular, it reflects the history of a society and it’s emotions. It reflects how we got here and reminds us that as we changed once we can change again, through action.

So if in this lockdown you have turned away from social media in favour of books and art, the next time you read othello or to kill a mockingbird remember that is not a past we have moved on from. George flyod lived and breathed as we did. But now he is dead, and there is something you can do to prevent that same fate of innocent black people.

Stand up, step up and fight together ✊🏾

the bisexual energy jumped out

I don't really want to talk about the Supernatural too much, because I'm so angry and disappointed. All I want to say is - Jensen, Jared and Misha deserved better. They gave 15 years to this thing they loved, they oriented their whole careers around it, just to watch it burn in the fires of hell. We as fans are disappointed, but I feel genuinely sorry for these men. I'm so sorry.

This is my reminder to make a photoshoot of this kind. God, I need my tripod. 🙏🙏

The Essence of Silence by Anato Finnstark

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This energy is something that I want to cultivate in myself. I also deeply wish my future spouse is going to be like that.

I want them to be able to sit with our kid and do a math homework with them withou yelling and making them cry. Just calm, kind and patient people. I love them. They're the best.

that video of the guy trying to get his baby to drink orange juice and the baby spilling it all over and the man catching the juice box and inhaling and forcing himself to calm down and without raising his voice murmurs "I didn't foresee that, that was my fault" and his baby mindlessly keeps going without realizing it made a mess because his dad or uncle or whatever was so calm about it lives rent free in my head

longing for a touch, longing to be held in someone's arms, without a rush, without time and space between you two

what is it if not the greatest pleasure and the most vicious curse of the human kind

Do you see the parallels between the scene in Chocolat (when the Comte tries chocolate for the first time) and SpongeBob (when the Squidward tries the the krabby patty for the first time)? Just saying.

I so understand this.

Tmw you find yourself explaining maladaptive dreaming to someone and then you realize no one asked and you’re by yourself in your room at 12 am