Passez, muscade !

hiddeninthewood replied to your post: fucking dammit I should have ended this the last… May...

Fri, 07 Sep 2012 18:47:53 +0200

hiddeninthewood replied to your post: fucking dammit I should have ended this the last…

May the Force be with you (I’m totally freaked out about my dissertation, late again, so… I’ll mail you once I know whether I will fail or not) And I love your school already. (I now have a Fridge. And Fruits in it). Love !

Hi you <3 don’t worry for me (I’m more worried for him, really) - and accept international happyhugwaves about your dissertation!

You’re awesome, remember :)

(I got your pirate treasure! I can’t even appropriately describe it here! Ashnufgh! *pirate brofist*)

luzfosca: Henri Cartier-BressonRome, 1959

Fri, 07 Sep 2012 18:33:46 +0200

luzfosca:

Henri Cartier-Bresson
Rome, 1959

fucking dammit I should have ended this the last time why am I going on an awkward date instead of...

Fri, 07 Sep 2012 18:29:29 +0200

fucking dammit I should have ended this the last time

why am I going on an awkward date instead of staying happily in my room writing to and putting together parcels for - I lack a more loving word - friends

hiddlybatch: He reminds me of Pre-Raphaelite paintings and...

Wed, 29 Aug 2012 16:48:35 +0200

hiddlybatch:

He reminds me of Pre-Raphaelite paintings and intricate florals and ethereal poems and gold-embroidered velvet and antique treasures from a long, long time ago…

#he reminds me of a cat somehow

yourfutureleader: elmundoenllamas: Verdun Now French WWI...

Wed, 29 Aug 2012 15:41:00 +0200

yourfutureleader:

elmundoenllamas:

Verdun Now

French WWI trench, The ‘Forbidden Zone’, Bois-Hauts, Les Eparges, Lorraine, France. Summer 2008. Photograph by Jonathan Olley

The ‘Forbidden Zone’, where the land undulates with bisecting shell craters. The mature beech and pine forests that cover the hills above the city of Verdun are home to some of the Great War’s most bitter fighting, as many as 150 shells fell for every square meter of this battlefield. ‘The Battle of Verdun’ as well as being the longest Battle of ‘The Great War’ also has the ignominy of being the first test of modern industrialised slaughter. Not for nothing was the battlefield of Verdun known to the soldiers who fought in it, as ‘The Mincer’, where over the entire period of the war almost a million men became casualties. Recent estimates made by The French interior Ministry state at least 12 million unexploded shells lie undiscovered in the hills overlooking the City of Verdun.

My dad works at a secondary school (though sadly not as a history teacher) and accompanied a group of students on their WWI trip to Verdun for several years. They would always take a tour through this Forbidden Zone with a local guide. Of course they would always warn the students not to pick anything up, because it’s obviously really dangerous, seeing as people still die every year when accidentally stumbling upon unexploded shells. Suddenly, this girl comes walking up to them carrying this huge shell in her arms. In a panic, someone shouts: “What are you doing? Drop that right now!” So she drops the shell.. And the fact that my dad’s still alive today is partially due to that shell not exploding or having at some point contained mustard gas. But they were all really scared, and you’d think they’d be a bit more careful picking up shells and what not around Verdun.. until you see the box in our garage containing various (empty?) shells and bullets.

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Mon, 27 Aug 2012 22:27:41 +0200

elinka: Lightning, Iran by AmirAli Sharifi

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 22:27:34 +0200

elinka:

Lightning, Iran
by AmirAli Sharifi

A hero? Like you?

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 22:22:48 +0200

A hero? Like you?

lhomme-arme: Gruenewald - detail from the Temptation of St....

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 22:22:42 +0200

lhomme-arme:

Gruenewald - detail from the Temptation of St. Anthony

↳ j.m.w. turner+horizons

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 22:19:39 +0200

the fighting temeraire

a ship aground, yarmouth

keelmen heaving in coals by moonlight

the slave ship

the decline of the carthaginian empire

↳ j.m.w. turner+horizons

coveredinsnow-: #what do you think is going through steve’s...

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 22:17:13 +0200

coveredinsnow-:

#what do you think is going through steve’s head in this moment #”the only thing you really fight for is yourself. #you’re not the guy to make the sacrifice play. #to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you.” #or maybe he’s not thinking about anything #except for how it never hurts any less to see a fellow soldier fall

The Spoon Theory

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 22:12:39 +0200

The Spoon Theory:

redefiningbodyimage:

feministresistance:

The Spoon Theory, written by a woman living with Lupus, uses an analogy to offer some insight into what daily life with a disability or chronic illness can be like. ”The difference in being sick and being healthy is having to make choices or to consciously think about things when the rest of the world doesn’t have to. The healthy have the luxury of a life without choices, a gift most people take for granted.” [Categories include: invisible disabilities, chronic illness, personal testimonies.]

Always a good thing to reblob.

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Mon, 27 Aug 2012 22:11:09 +0200

well idk how to handle this one failures from start to finish are one thing to handle but a whole...

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 12:44:00 +0200

well

idk how to handle this one

failures from start to finish are one thing to handle

but a whole lot of positivity and goodness that ends with the sudden return of my inability to do anything and self-hate and failure is

worse

thewangandonly: Stay curious This shot was taken during a shoot...

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 12:41:50 +0200

thewangandonly:

Stay curious

This shot was taken during a shoot in Maginhawa!

garconniere: medusasseveredhead: All it says at the source:...

Sun, 26 Aug 2012 23:35:32 +0200

garconniere:

medusasseveredhead:

All it says at the source: 1940s “Louise”

Which is unfortunate. I’d love to know more.

wow. wow.

art-and-dream: Il Convegno by Antonio Ambrogio Alciati, 1918

Sun, 26 Aug 2012 23:27:10 +0200

art-and-dream:

Il Convegno by Antonio Ambrogio Alciati, 1918

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Sun, 26 Aug 2012 23:24:18 +0200

steegeschnoeber: oneandonlygabriel: I really, REALLY wish you...

Sun, 26 Aug 2012 23:09:08 +0200

steegeschnoeber:

oneandonlygabriel:

I really, REALLY wish you could read this article about a father who started wearing skirts because his son likes to wear skirts and dresses and he wants his son to feel stronger
Like, holy shit, the end made me feel so happy

I took the liberty to translate the text.

Please note that it’s not a word to word translation.

Sometimes men simply have to be role models.

Because his son likes to wear skirts Nils Pickert started with it as well. After all, the little one needs a role model. And he thinks long skirts with elastic bands suit him quite well anyways. A story about two misfits in the Province of southern Germany.

My fife year old son likes to wear dresses. In Berlin Kreuzberg that alone would be enough to get into conversation with other parents. Is it wise or ridiculous? „Neither one nor the other!“ I still want to shout back at them. But sadly they can’t hear me any more. Because by now I live in a small town in South Germany. Not even a hundred thousand inhabitants, very traditional, very religious. Plainly motherland. Here the partiality of my son are not only a subject for parents, they are a town wide issue. And I did my bit for that to happen.

Yes, I’m one of those dads, that try to raise their children equal. I’m not one of those academic daddies that ramble about gender equality during their studies and then, as soon as a child’s in the house, still relapse into those fluffy gender roles: He’s finding fulfilment in his carrier and she’s doing the rest.

Thus I am, I know that by now, part of the minority that makes a fool of themselves from time to time. Out of conviction.

In my case that’s because I didn’t want to talk my son into not wearing dresses and skirts. He didn’t make friends in doing that in Berlin already and after a lot of contemplation I had only one option left: To broaden my shoulders for my little buddy and dress in a skirt myself. After all you can’t expect a child at pre-school age to have the same ability to assert themselves as an adult. Completely without role model. And so I became that role model.

We already had skirt and dress days back then during mild Kreuzbergian weather. And I think long skirts with elastic bands suit me quite well anyways. Dresses are a bit more difficult. There was either no reaction of the people in Berlin or it was positive. In my small town in the south of Germany that’s a little bit different.

Being all stressed out, because of the moving I forgot to notify the nursery-school teachers to have an eye on my boy not being laughed at because of his fondness of dresses and skirts. Shortly after moving he didn’t dare to go to nursery-school wearing a skirt or a dress any more. And looking at me with big eyes he asked: “Daddy, when are you going to wear a skirt again?”

To this very day I’m thankful for that women, that stared at us on the street until she ran face first into a street light. My son was roaring with laugher. And the next day he fished out a dress from the depth of his wardrobe. At first only for the weekend. Later also for nursery-school.

And what’s the little guy doing by now? He’s painting his fingernails. He thinks it looks pretty on my nails, too. He’s simply smiling, when other boys ( and it’s nearly always boys) want to make fun of him and says: “You only don’t dare to wear skirts and dresses because your dads don’t dare to either.” That’s how broad his own shoulders have become by now. And all thanks to daddy in a skirt.

I hope it’s alright like this.

"I fall in love with people’s passion. The way their eyes light up when they talk about the thing..."

Sun, 26 Aug 2012 23:07:00 +0200

“I fall in love with people’s passion. The way their eyes light up when they talk about the thing they love and the way they fill with light.”

- (via light-essence)