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“In Greek, whose color lexicon did not stabilize for many centuries, the words most commonly used for blue are glaukos and kyaneos. The latter probably referred originally to a mineral or a metal; it has a foreign root and its meaning often shifted. During the Homeric period it denoted both the bright blue of the iris and the black of funeral garments, but never the blue of the sky or sea. An analysis of Homer’s poetry shows that out of sixty adjectives describing elements and landscapes in the Iliad and Odyssey, only three are color terms, while those evoking light effects are quite numerous. During the classical era, kyaneos meant a dark color: deep blue, violet, brown, and black. In fact, it evokes more the “feeling” of the color than its actual hue. The term glaukos, which existed in the Archaic period and was much used by Homer, can refer to gray, blue, and sometimes even yellow or brown. Rather than denoting a particular color, it expresses the idea of a color’s feebleness or weak concentration. For this reason it is used to describe the color of water, eyes, leaves, or honey.”

— Michel Pastoureau, Blue: The History of a Color (via emmaylor)

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so often i see p&p being marketed on the merit of its canonization as a classic alone. so this was fun to see… like it’s just some random romance!! the description is so fun and silly. so basically it just actually reflects the real humor of austen’s writing.

books  i love these cheap hardcover formats 

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Cultures/periods: Chimu (?) Chancay (?)

Production date: 900-1430

Made in: Peru

Provenience unknown, possibly looted

Textile fragment; cotton plain weave ground with paired warps; camelid supplementary weft patterning; feline figure; cream and black.

British Museum

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i’m staring into the maw of a new hobby that threatens to occupy my time energy and money for the next good while and it’s rebinding books

p  i just feel like i could design books better!!!  it kills me when a book is great but the outside is horrible 

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Moss Agate | Idzhevanskoe, Ijevan, Tavush Province, Armenia

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rollercoasterwords

i hate u female rage i hate u divine feminine i hate u female gaze i hate u feminine energy i hate u gender essentialism poorly repackaged as progressive or revolutionary or in any way subversive....

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@everyone defending female rage in the tags. u can stop now

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mondo-grosso

EVERYTHING WORKS OUT FOR ME!!!!!

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taxidermizing

Stroking my bush thoughtfully

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i took a walk in the thunderstorm until i was drenched and looking up at the sky full of lightning bc i’m still so fucked up about my cat and my dog and this terrible trip i just took and everything in my life in general and i had my phone in my back pocket so now i can’t charge it bc i got water in the charging port. everything is going to be fine

p  also i sprained my wrist getting my luggage off the plane so it's very hard to not see a pattern of bad luck  i tried to do the mantra of 'it could be worse' and then it literally kept getting worse so now i just feel empty  my cat died. i can't believe my cat died now 

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charlottan

hey man youve been taking a while putting your change back in your wallet and i just wanted to let you know we are kicking you out of the grocwery sytore forever. goodbye

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Mayakovsky By Frank O'Hara  1 My heart’s aflutter! I am standing in the bath tub crying. Mother, mother who am I? If he will just come back once and kiss me on the face his coarse hair brush my temple, it’s throbbing!  then I can put on my clothes I guess, and walk the streets.  2 I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my verses and my heart is closing like a fist.  Words! be sick as I am sick, swoon, roll back your eyes, a pool,ALT
and I’ll stare down at my wounded beauty which at best is only a talent for poetry.  Cannot please, cannot charm or win what a poet! and the clear water is thick  with bloody blows on its head. I embrace a cloud, but when I soared it rained.  3 That’s funny! there’s blood on my chest oh yes, I’ve been carrying bricks what a funny place to rupture! and now it is raining on the ailanthus as I step out onto the window ledge the tracks below me are smoky and glistening with a passion for running I leap into the leaves, green like the seaALT
4 Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.  The country is grey and brown and white in trees, snows and skies of laughter always diminishing, less funny not just darker, not just grey.  It may be the coldest day of the year, what does he think of that? I mean, what do I? And if I do, perhaps I am myself again.ALT

Mayakovsky, by Frank O'Hara. (text in image description).

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