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today's aesthetic moodboard

#moodboard #arab aesthetics #middle east #middle eastern aesthetic #arab poetry #Cairo #Jordon #arab #Beirut #Arab literature #arab music #middle eastern #aesthetic moodboard #vintage arab #vintage middle east #arab fashion #arab textile #arab literature

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#anatomy of a fall #justine triet

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"The crisis of the family cannot be dismissed as a mere symptom of decay and decadence. The family is presented with the bill not only for the crude oppression so often inflicted by the head of the family on the weaker woman and especially on the children up to the threshold of the modern age, but also for economic injustice, the exploitation of domestic labor in a society that otherwise obeys the laws of the market, and for all those suppressions of desire, which family discipline imposes on its members, without this discipline always being justified in the minds of the family members, and without their having much faith in the prospect of being compensated for such renunciations, for example, by secure and tradable property, as seemed to be the case at the height of the liberal age. The loosening of family authority, especially as one of the sexual taboos, is due to the fact that the family no longer reliably guarantees subsistence, and that it no longer adequately protects the individual against the increasingly overpowering encroaching environment. The equivalence of what the family demands and what it provides is threatened. Every appeal to the positive powers of the family as such therefore has something ideological about it, because the family no longer accomplishes, and can no longer accomplish for economic reasons, what it is praised for."

On the Problem of the Family (1955), Adorno

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Schiele's Room in Neulengbach, 1911.

#egon schiele #expression art #oil painting #painting #tumblr art #art blog #litblr

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YEAH

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Putting the pieces back

https://www.instagram.com/crystalleelucas/

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unpopular and snobby opinion: I don't like these types of literary text posts. they are overly annotated and often taken out of the larger context just for the aesthetic appeal

— Jay Vespertine; not from a book but from an actual conversation.

#p.s. not necessarily referring to op but I see these kinds of posts all over Instagram and Pinterest #bookstagram #annotated books #text post #web weaving #literature #litblr #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark academia

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follow my side blog if you are interested in the following:

old bollywood, hindi music, south asian cinema, urdu literature, bengali literature, pakistani pop culture, fashion and textile, culture and heritage etc

@pyarkanaghma

my Instagram is : kabhishaamdhalay

#desiblr #desi tumblr #desi tag #desi blog #old bollywood #indian literature #indian cinema #urdu literature #faiz ahmed faiz #ahmad faraz #parveen shakir #desi aesthetic #urdu poetry #bengali literature #bengali aesthetic #Kolkata #rabindranath tagore #ismat chughtai

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orange peel theory this pomegranate peel theory that. but have you thought about badaam peel theory? when they soak the almonds overnight and peel them in the morning for you. now that right there is love at its peak.

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1924 “The Shoe” by Lino Selvatico. From Art Deco, Art Nouveau and 20th Century Decoratif Arts Group, FB.

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Travertine Spring Watercolor on paper, 8x10″ 2022

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Larkspur -   Lucy Culliton , 2014.

Australian,b.1966  -

Watercolour, gouache on thick white wove paper , 56.0 x 76.6 cm.

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tu gufti gul dar aayad man miayam / wai gul aalam tamum shud ki miaayi

You said you'll come when flowers bloom/ All flowers have bloomed when will you come.

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it’s called healing

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[ID of the poem "At Sunset" by Jason Shinder:

Your death must be loved this much.

You have to know the grief—now. / Standing by the water’s edge,

looking down at the wave

touching you. You have to lie, / stiff, arms folded, on a heap of earth

and see how far the darkness

will take you. I mean it, this, now— / before the ghost the cold leaves

in your breath, rises;

before the toes are put together / inside the shoes. There it is—the goddamn

orange-going-into-rose descending

circle of beauty and time. / You have nothing to be sad about.

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