discoursi sopra la prima deca della reforma

"j'ai dix-huit ans. j'ai mal fait. je pourrai fait mieux."

I just had my first class on the French Revolution and the professor is the greatest guy ever. And he really fucking knows what he’s doing course-wise.

allegoryofart:

A Writer Trimming His Pen, Jan Ekels the Younger, 1784

allegoryofart:

A Writer Trimming His PenJan Ekels the Younger, 1784

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“Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation.
Depression is humiliating.
If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.
Depression is humiliating.
No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.”

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This is seriously the most accurate description of depression. Wow.

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My roommate is wonderful and I’m not worthy to be her friend.

gwyndor:

i asked shoenen for a comic to draw and she said ‘robespierre crying because everything sucks’ so i drew this

gwyndor:

i asked shoenen for a comic to draw and she said ‘robespierre crying because everything sucks’ so i drew this

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benwinstagram:

are u ever mean as fuck in ur head and u aint wanna be and u’d never say it out loud but that one voice in ur head is a total asshole and u feel bad for even thinking it and u wonder if thats how u rly are

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Her Crowning Glory

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The beginning of the 19th century coincides with a revolution in fashion that touched not only clothes, but personal style as well. Before the French Revolution in the 1790’s, hair was… well, weird. For formal occasions, women’s hair was made into enormous sculptures three and four feet high, supported by wire frameworks and additional hair, and decorated with everything from fruit, flowers, and taxidermy birds to model ships engaged in naval battles. Oh yes… and don’t forget the powder. Everyone, men and women, wore grayish-white powder that obscured their natural color. Even for everyday, hair was still dressed high and powdered.

The Revolution helped usher in a reaction against this silliness. At first, short, curly, tousled hair, called “mode a la Titus” (see above), became the fashion for both men and women—it was about as far from the old style as one could get.

This look remained popular for a long time, but within a few years was gradually modified by the rage for everything classical. Simple “psyche knots” (above)—hair coiled or braided then pinned into a bun on the back of the head—hearkened back to ancient Greek and Roman statuary.

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In China, it is tradition that meal time is social time, and should be leisurely eaten with friends.

That being said, I need to find someone to have meals with

jaded-mandarin:

Jean-Marc Nattier. Terpsichore, 1739.

jaded-mandarin:

Jean-Marc Nattier. Terpsichore, 1739.