serva me, servabo te- save me and I will save you
venti, vidi, vici- I came, I saw, I conquered
capax infiniti- holding infinity
ita vero- thus indeed
mea vita- my life (in reference to someone)
amata- beloved
ad astra per aspera- to the stars through difficulties
stēllāns- having the appearance of stars
amera vita- love life
Gras es noster- The future is ours
Armand Point, detail, Portrait de Madame Berthelot, 1895.
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Thomas Francis Dicksee, Miranda, detail - 1895
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illustration from a Victorian children’s book c1885
Our Wish for the End, Me, Digital Collage, 2020
Lending yourself to an ancient and forbidden ritual, offering yourself to the pure-selfishness of pulling the roots from underneath you and replanting them again in the wet and dark soil. To feel the candlelight flicker on your lips as you recite an ode to yourself and the divinity within your fingertips.
Indulge in dark literature. Consume the words with a hunger that becomes insatiable, drinking the stories that haunt your bones like wine brewed from the Cask of Amontillado.
Accept that thoughts will cut through your mind, and respond to them with poetry. Respond to self-deprecation with powerful epigrams, for you are Aphrodite, and you bend the wills of men, as jasmine flows from your voice; untouchable from cusp of mortality.
Wear a locket and fill it’s silver lining with a horcrux: a dried petal of the rose from a lover, the black and white photographs of handsome and deceased monarchs or scholars, and the captured air of autumn’s first kiss.
Adore the moon and the moon alone, for you are born from her celestial dust, and you will return to her in your late night walks outside the walls of your favourite library.
Collapse on the hillside moor and scream into the air as though you were in Wuthering Heights, falling and crying into the heather and dew, releasing the anxieties and fears that only the earth will hear. She will comfort you more than tracing the wet ink along your parchment.
comprehensive list of books that will make you think a lot
at the request of @uglydumbbitchdotcom and @dreamingmappist (just to let you know, most of this is european and pre-1930 so if you're looking for literature from other continents this is not the list to go to. i wish i knew more about african, asian, and latin american literature, but alas - i do not.)
a portrait of the artist as a young man and dubliners: short stories of a city by james joyce
anything by fyodor dostoevsky (specifically crime and punishment, demons, notes from underground, but really anything will do and i'm not going to list his complete works on here)
the goldfinch and the secret history by donna tartt
frankenstein by mary shelley
fathers and sons by ivan turgenev
station eleven by emily st. john mandel
the death of ivan ilyich by leo tolstoy
in the first circle by aleksandr solzhenitsyn
paradise lost and paradise regained by john milton
till we have faces and that hideous strength by c.s. lewis
ninety-three and the man who laughs by victor hugo
faust, pt. 1 by goethe
the ulster cycle and an táin bó cúailnge
the a wrinkle in time quartet by madeleine l'engle
grace by paul lynch (this might be sort of an odd addition but he's one of the authors who follows in the joyce tradition and this is a beautiful book with a fascinating plot set during the great hunger so it deserves a place here)
a streetcar named desire by tennessee williams
the plough and the stars by sean o'casey
the grapes of wrath by john steinbeck
common sense by thomas paine
macbeth and henry v by william shakespeare
a room of one's own by virginia woolf
beowulf
say nothing by patrick radden keefe
one hundred years of solitude and the general in his labyrinth by gabriel garcia marquez
the underground railroad by william still
the letters of vincent van gogh
my god, there is a lot of russian literature on there. anyway, here are the books that made me think the most and hardest out of anything i've read
+ 0952 by Ólafur Arnalds (archive moodboard for @voltaiire)
Why limit yourself between choosing a pretty feminine aesthetic or a dark one? If Persephone can be the Goddess of Spring and the Queen of the Underworld at the same time so can you.
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