maxine • 23, she/her • polar exploration, the terror, sailing & art
138 posts
I always talk about how one of my loves of scrimshaw is being able to see the art of Just Some Guy in the 19th c. and this is the latest one I’m charmed by.
I love his face, look at how economical those lines are!
if you get deep enough in it you can catch yourself saying insane things like “i know it’s basic but my favorite polar expedition is still franklin haha” and then you get to sit alone in a dark room and think about nothing for a very long time
weighted blanket isn’t enough for my anxiety i need to be crushed by the pack ice
letterpress postcards by Pottering Cat, Japan
"I wanted my grief, but instead I was left with a horrible nothingness, and I got really scared. But then I realized fear was a thing I could feel, and I clung to it. I was afraid of my loneliness. I was afraid I would never have anyone to love again. I blamed you for it. For leaving. Fear and anger. The anger helped me wake up in the monrings and eat and clean the house and wash myself. The anger even distracted me long enough that I would forget my loneliness, and sometimes, in short bursts, I even felt cheerful."
― Gerardo Sámano Córdova, Monstrilio
idk man i don't have any strict goals in life. i might make an artifact
not now kitten daddy’s fallen into the crevasse
1845 nuclear family got sent to medieval bavaria
I think often of a modern ragnarok where the ghosts of the pleistocene return, and a herd of steppe bison and mammoths and ground sloths and wooly rhinoceros and wild horses and aurochs that reaches past the horizon tramples everything in its path, it topples cities and skyscrapers, bursts dams and drives metal back into the earth, and again the world is as it should be, and there is a chance to try again
she has that sadness in her eyes that you only see in alcoholic captains of doomed arctic expeditions