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do you ever catch yourself thinking of something so weird and fucked up that you have to stop mid-thought and your face is

it drives me crazy how humans are just meant to hold each other. how come when you hold someone's hand, your fingers just perfectly lock with theirs? how is it that when you hug someone, your face fits just right in the crook of their neck? how can your hands cup someone's face like that's their only primary function? it cannot be coincidence that our bodies are fully capable of holding another... we were designed to love

There are 3 brands of character songs, any song you associate with a character will fit one or more of these categories:

1. The lyrics fit

2. The song just carries those Character Vibes, often times inexplicably, regardless of lyrics

3. You really liked that song at the same time you liked the character

These are the facts

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Hymn to Industrious Hephaistos

When I am working my hardest I think of the sweat forever on Your hardworking brow Keeper of the forge Eternal shuffling feet, ever busy

I think of You particularly In that snippet of wakefulness in the morning Where I choose between the things that need to be done And the innate procrastination that all mortals carry inside them You are in every conscious decision I make to do what will profit Me My loved ones And the ones around me You are in every drag of feet to the bathroom Despite fatigue, hangover, pressing anxiety, Or the plentiful days where I hate every single inch of my body

Forge-dweller! I thank You for Your honour and Your duty That bleeds even into the domain of Your blessed wife Aphrodite: I have a duty and an honour to love and cherish my self Even on days where it is so difficult to do so that I can’t breathe

You are the necessary industriousness of love The ever solid backbone of duty The calm veneer of steady work Towards a glorious reward

Hail to you, Hephaistos!

being a brown girl and growing up w white friends was so painful, when i have a daughter im going to do everything i can to make sure she grows up with other brown girls 

God remember when u were 12 and you would just Make Art on like spare copy paper with crayola markers and an old pencil and even though you didn’t know anything about anatomy or perspective or anything you were jus happy to b Making Art and u didn’t constantly belittle your own efforts or feel like ur drawings weren’t good enough

“Start from where you are. Don´t wait until you have everything figured out. You´re never going to feel ready if you never start. You´ll improve along the way.”

— The Fool (The Tarot Insight)

This Valentine’s Day,

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Women of Amphissa, 1887, by Lawrence Alma-Tadema (1836-1912).

Here Lawrence Alma-Tadema depicts a scene from a story told by Plutarch. The women sprawled on the ground are followers of Dionysus, the God of wine, and are seen recovering from a dancing ritual from the night before. These women originated from the city of Phocis, and had wandered into the marketplace of Amphissa. These two cities, however, were at war. The group lined at the back, clearly separated from their way of dress and posture, belong to Amphissa. Recognizing the danger the disoriented followers were in, the women of Amphissa form a circle around them, offering their protection and giving them food.

By representing these two very different groups of women, Alma-Tadema touches on the themes of femininity, compassion, and charity.