It always upsets me so much when I see interpretations/illustrations of the two headed calf poem that show a living calf being torn away from its mother and killed to sell to a museum and framing the poem as being "humanity kills beautiful things for being different".
Two headed cows almost never survive more than a few hours after their birth. The farmer finds the *body* the next day. The calf was destined to die, and that's a tragedy, but for the time it was alive, it had a beautiful and unique experience.
It's not a poem about the cruelty of man. It's a poem about the beauty of life in an indifferent universe. It's about purpose and beauty being able to exist even in an existence doomed to come to an end, as all our lives are. It's not a poem about how a calf dies, but how, even for only a brief moment, it was alive.
And, for that moment, because of that life, however fleeting, the sky had twice as many stars.
this sentence came so far out of left field i reflexively closed the tab and had to open it up again to take this screenshot. i mean like yes its true that mushrooms are not plants but ive literally never ever ever ever met or even heard of anyone anywhere at any time who has used this definition of a plant-based diet
Ars longa, vita brevis is a Latin translation of an aphorism coming originally from Greek. The Latin quote is often rendered in English as Art is long, life is short.
s/o to this skeleton babe from 1936
Of death, endings and beginnings. To be able to birth anew, over and over during a lifetime is, at the same time, the reason we live for and the price we pay.
This is DEATH, Lady D for her friends, boss for you.
A design and illustration i did for a little game called Spooky Hat Shop, free on itch.io. Maybe went a little over the top with it since the aesthetic of the game is "cozy and cute" but the devs liked it!
And yeah she runs a Hat Shop.
Time lapse of a thunderstorm captured from an airliner from 12,000m (40,000ft) over the Pacific Ocean shows a towering cumulus convection that rises from an altocumulus cloud cover.
An altocumulus cloud cover from below.
did you know that, besides the apple of knowledge and the pomegranate of life, there’s another mystic fruit, one that grants you a sense of purpose?
yeah, it’s the raisin d’être
illustration from Christina Rossetti's poem : 'Goblin Market' by Hilda Hechle, 1914
by euphemia.stokefield
City of Ankon by Jan Ditlev