roychewtoy:

my watery friend… are you too brushed with the pattern of the dappled light…?

petaltexturedskies:

Margaret Atwood, the blind assassin

nightcorp:

fluentisonus:

fluentisonus:

fluentisonus:

fluentisonus:

do you ever remember the note the scribe left at the end of catullus manuscript G and want to burst into tears

ALT

ALT

colophon from manuscript G (36 recto), trans. oakley

still thinking about like. what an insane act of love it is that here we are centuries later still putting these poems back together & that we are correcting it from other books & thousands of people have their metaphorical fingerprints across the textual history of these poems since this scribe wrote those words in 1375 & his hope and care were never in vain because it’s at least partially his efforts to assemble at least something however corrupt that we’re able to do that

ALT

why don’t you let go of the idea that the vulgarity of language inherently means it has less depth or meaning or historical value to it + think about why it’s so surprising or laughable to you that someone would genuinely care about a vulgar text being preserved across thousands of years & then maybe you’ll come to a better understanding of people and literature

bebs-art-gallery:

The Apparition (detail), 1885

— by James Tissot

sartorialadventure:

Diné (Navajo) Girl Wearing Silver And Turquoise Squash Blossom Jewelry, 1950

sophklaass:

oh to be hugged like this