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what if

#reading the genius page for mary boone (i know. sorry) and something clicked when they started talking about how it's about the artist's #conflict with the power that enables and restrains them simultaneously

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“Lord Byron gets up at two. I get up, quite contrary to my usual custom … at 12. After breakfast we sit talking till six. From six to eight we gallop through the pine forest which divide Ravenna from the sea; we then come home and dine, and sit up gossiping till six in the morning. I don’t suppose this will kill me in a week or fortnight, but I shall not try it longer. Lord B.’s establishment consists, besides servants, of ten horses, eight enormous dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow, and a falcon; and all these, except the horses, walk about the house, which every now and then resounds with their unarbitrated quarrels, as if they were the masters of it… . [P.S.] I find that my enumeration of the animals in this Circean Palace was defective … . I have just met on the grand staircase five peacocks, two guinea hens, and an Egyptian crane. I wonder who all these animals were before they were changed into these shapes.”

— Percy Bysshe Shelley on the lifestyle of Lord Byron (via timemarauder)

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Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.

Evelyn Waugh

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Night Walk

by Franz Wright

The all-night convenience store’s empty and no one is behind the counter. You open and shut the glass door a few times causing a bell to go off, but no one appears. You only came to buy a pack of cigarettes, maybe a copy of yesterday’s newspaper — finally you take one and leave thirty-five cents in its place. It is freezing, but it is a good thing to step outside again: you can feel less alone in the night, with lights on here and there between the dark buildings and trees. Your own among them, somewhere. There must be thousands of people in this city who are dying to welcome you into their small bolted rooms, to sit you down and tell you what has happened to their lives. And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.

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dress like an androgynous dandy to the theatre. my final message. goodb ye

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“Lord Byron gets up at two. I get up, quite contrary to my usual custom … at 12. After breakfast we sit talking till six. From six to eight we gallop through the pine forest which divide Ravenna from the sea; we then come home and dine, and sit up gossiping till six in the morning. I don’t suppose this will kill me in a week or fortnight, but I shall not try it longer. Lord B.’s establishment consists, besides servants, of ten horses, eight enormous dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow, and a falcon; and all these, except the horses, walk about the house, which every now and then resounds with their unarbitrated quarrels, as if they were the masters of it… . [P.S.] I find that my enumeration of the animals in this Circean Palace was defective … . I have just met on the grand staircase five peacocks, two guinea hens, and an Egyptian crane. I wonder who all these animals were before they were changed into these shapes.”

— Percy Bysshe Shelley on the lifestyle of Lord Byron (via timemarauder)

#seeing this right before going to watch my former (???) best friend act his heart out is having deleterious effects on my mental health

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Houses of the Holy, Mohammad Qasim Iqbal

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i don't suppose this will kill me in a week or a fortnight but i shall not try it any longer. Btw

#guy obsessed with the romantics remembers he is obsessed with the romantics

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“Lord Byron gets up at two. I get up, quite contrary to my usual custom … at 12. After breakfast we sit talking till six. From six to eight we gallop through the pine forest which divide Ravenna from the sea; we then come home and dine, and sit up gossiping till six in the morning. I don’t suppose this will kill me in a week or fortnight, but I shall not try it longer. Lord B.’s establishment consists, besides servants, of ten horses, eight enormous dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow, and a falcon; and all these, except the horses, walk about the house, which every now and then resounds with their unarbitrated quarrels, as if they were the masters of it… . [P.S.] I find that my enumeration of the animals in this Circean Palace was defective … . I have just met on the grand staircase five peacocks, two guinea hens, and an Egyptian crane. I wonder who all these animals were before they were changed into these shapes.”

— Percy Bysshe Shelley on the lifestyle of Lord Byron (via timemarauder)

#LORD BYRON GETS UP AT TWO ON THE DASH ‼️‼️‼️

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Father’s death   -   Elga Sesemann, 1960 - 70s.

Finnish,b. 1922-

Tempera on plate ,   61,5 x 71,5 cm.  

#seeing this waiting for the metro. yeah whatever man

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Jethro Buck (British, b. 1986, Oxford, England, based Cambridge, England) - Little Big Bang, Drawings: Liquid Gold on indigo dyed Hemp Paper

#art

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i’ve been going jstor dumpster-diving a lot so here’s a collection of articles: haunted house edition <3 i’ve put them all here, but let me know if anything doesn’t work and i’ll fix it!! 

contents: 

- Emma Liggins, The Haunted House in Women’s Ghost Stories: Gender, Space and Modernity, 1850–1945 - Richard Pascal, Walking Alone Together: Family Monsters in the Haunting of Hill House - Amanda Bingham Solomon, Haunting the Imagination: The Haunted House as Dark Space in American Culture - Roberta Rubenstein, House Mothers and Haunted Daughters: Shirley Jackson and Female Gothic  - Cristiana Pugliese, What Does a House Want? Exploring Sentient Houses in Supernatural Literature  - Elizabeth Jean Hornbeck, Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?: Domestic Violence in The Shining - Emma Zimmerman, “Always the same stairs, always the same room”: The Uncanny Architecture of Jean Rhys’s Good Morning, Midnight - Emma Short, ‘One Is Somehow Suspended’: Elizabeth Bowen, Katherine Mansfield and the Spaces in Between  - Anthony Vidler, The Architectural Uncanny: Essays in the Modern Unhomely  - Elizabeth Wilson, Haunted Houses - Aspasia Stephanou, Helen Oyeyemi’s White is for Witching and the Discourse of Consumption

#to read #the gothic

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this too shall pass

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Instructions for how to download a Youtube video using VLC on Reddit

Instructions for how to navigate the underworld on an Orphic gold tablet

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man with excellent self restraint dismayed to realize that not wanting anything is more likely a depression symptom than a carefully honed skill that atones for other aspects of his character