Esna, Temple column
Okay, I was not expecting this at all and I have to admit, I have not listened to any music from Chappell Roan before, my fault and that is going to change...but this is hauntingly beautiful and it's beautiful to see so many people come together to do something for not only themselves, but for this video too.
This needs to be shared everywhere really, it really is beautiful.
I know this song well but hadn't listened to it in a few months, and this version just made me cry and made me think about various queer regrets and frustrations I had during the era I grew up in. It means so much to see people come together to sing this.
Fan made of textured paper painted with gouache, and cedar wood
Made in the UK 1905-1914
Collection V&A
Mike Pendry
All good children's fiction says you are going to have to shoulder responsibility even if you don't want it.
And btw this isn't a punishment or a condemnation, it's a recognition that The Right Thing is a burden but you have to carry it anyway because it's Right.
"Shasta's heart fainted at these words for he felt he had no strength left. And he writhed inside at what seemed the cruelty and unfairness of the demand. He had not yet learned that if you do one good deed your reward usually is to be set to do another and harder and better one."
-C.S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy
This may sound grim, but “doing good is its own reward” is deeper than some realize. The reward of doing good is that GOOD EXISTS. When we accept the responsibility of doing good, a little more good enters the world (sometimes a lot) and a little more darkness is beaten back. Maybe by doing good you will save all of Archenland. Or maybe by doing good you will remind someone there is good in the world and refresh their dwindling hope. It may be hard, but is worth it.
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Hope Sandoval / Mazzy Star
🔱 Ida Rentoul Outhwaite Illustrations 🔱
Emily Dickinson, in a letter to Louise and Frances Norcross (Letter 225), September 1860
François Boucher
hairpin turns | hero x don john
John Donelson sits across the circle, tucked into the shadows where the firelight only makes a half-hearted venture. Mr. Conrade sits beside him and makes remarks from time to time that go unanswered. Hero pictures herself stepping through the flare and shadows of the bonfire to thank him, knows even as she imagines it that she isn't going to. The shine of his dark eyes lands on her, then away.
Oregon Trail AU.
Sir Martin Archer Shee (detail)
they’re vibing