Golden Water - Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Playboi Carti’s Antagonist 2.0 Tour was a circular and highly controlled exchange of energy; an endurance test of the spirit and the ankles, joncaramanica writes. It’s a Critic’s Pick. https://t.co/RxwtYC9pI1

Transpercer la transparence (7) - Gherasim Luca

Parting Ways (The Day The Music Died)

The last note still ringing in his ears, the night’s events still swirling around in his head, he walks out of the door into the warm evening air.  The entire atmosphere is one of joyous sadness.  Emotions course through the air, giving it some sort of charge.  The next morning shall be the last exchange of the drink of the fruit of passion, and yet the solemn first for him.  Later tomorrow he knows, they all know, that they must part ways.  They must all leave their oasis of comfort and security to dive again into the vast sea of reality, of conformity.  Yet still they cherish it, hold on to it.  Even in the last moments of such a magical night, they open their minds, their hearts, open their souls to each other and learn to love that which is there in what others have exposed.  The chants of “…MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE” truly resound in not only everyone’s thoughts but in their utmost desires.  

Late that night, lying in that same old bed for the last time, gazing up at the concrete ceiling.  Finally, his thoughts allowed to sit and slowly filter out.  Shock, insubordinate yet knowingly unjust anger.  A few muttered words from the other side of the room, a brief agreement of opinions. Then silence.  The hazy recollection of events over the past three weeks, the bittersweet insanity which so marked each and every day.  The mistakes made, the friendships formed, the battles lost and won.  And as all of this starts to settle down into a gentle murmur, he drifts off into sleep.

The next morning, torn from the warm embrace of his frail sheets, down to the circle, sips from the glass, toasts to a fallen comrade.  Soon enough the group all progressed to go through their daily routines one final time.  They returned to what they knew was the inevitable.

They were there, it was time to be rounded up and brought back to their respective lives.  Tears were shed, last goodbyes, every single one of them joined as one united being, as one entity separate from their single selves.  Each and every one of them will never leave the spot they were when they knew it was time they had to leave.  Those who knew they could never return let fall the rains of their misery.  Their true love for something so intangible yet so true and so real ripped apart their true selves and lovingly joined their true selves back together in an instant.

But, as inevitabilities go, by midday it was empty and silent.  Once could almost feel on the air all that had occurred there so few hours ago.  That evening, He finally lay in bed before sleep.  All were dispersed from that place they cherished so dear, back in the true world but thinking of naught but what they had left behind.

And all at once, without warning, from places near and far came the sound of 300 voices:  “This will be the day that I die…”

Bullshit and Black

I'm about to give up on people.
Them and all their bullshit.

I want to crawl back in my hole.
Where the solitude is peaceful.

I'd be better off without them.
They wouldn't be able to hurt me.

I want a darkness to surround me.
I'll soak up all it's wonders.

I don't exist to them.
I'm just a figment of their imaginations.

I exist only in my head.
Only here I am safe.

They constantly ignore me.
Though I try to be their friend.

I want the darkness to take me.
Here, I can't be hurt.

I want to give up on people.
All the heartache they cause.

I want to live in my mind.
Alone, dark, and safe is all I want.

Austin Kleon: Keep your website up-to-date

Takeaway: Give people a reason to come back.

Something as simple as an up-to-date Twitter feed or a list of upcoming events can keep your website feeling fresh and show that you’re committed to interacting with your readers. If you're able to blog regularly, all the better!

Writing well: choosing the right words

• Avoid at all costs the cliches of the thousands of writers who have gone before you.


• When you’re choosing words and stringing them together, be aware of how they sound.


• Use words you enjoy and that are vivid.


• Know the subtle differences between synonyms and which one best expresses what you want to say.


• Use the words that have precise meanings rather than those that are vague.

In Modern Times

In 1912, the government decided to abolish Chinese New Year and the lunar calendar, but adopted the Gregorian calendar instead and made January 1 the official start of the new year.

After 1949, Chinese New Year was renamed to the" target="_blank" class="inline-link">https://www.chinahighlight... Spring Festival . It was listed as a nationwide public holiday.

Reception of Le Grand Condé at Versailles - Jean-Leon Gerome

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Miniature houses offer safe spaces

In psychological terms, dollhouses offer a safe space that promotes total control. For children, dollhouses present an environment at their command, even if their own world is chaotic or full of domestic sorrows.

In a world where most millennials are unable to get on the real property ladder, it's no surprise that dollhouses provide a bit of wish fulfilment.

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