Natalie. INFP, 5, 4w3, actual John Watson. Hedgehog learning to be more wolf, in love and on a very transatlantic journey.


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Aug 22, 2014
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How I Met Ilya Repin

So I was telling balphesian about how I came to love Ilya Repin so much, and I wanted to share it here so that I could remember it when I am old and sift back through my Tumblr. ;)

I saw this one painting of his when I was in Kiev for the first time. It was my first day after a transatlantic flight, my first time in another country, my first time traveling without my family, and I was 17 and I’d spent the previous night sobbing in a hotel room with some Christian lady I’d never met (she was traveling with us from another church). And we went to the Kiev Museum of Russian Art, and it was basically like a fancy house with different rooms of art just hanging there. You could touch it if you wanted, the security was really lax. But I went into one room and saw this big painting… tall and rather narrow, a portrait of a man standing at a distance in rags. I’ve been trying to find it forever, but it was basically a painting of a madman that was perceived to be some sort of soothsayer… because apparently in 19c Russia, crazy people were believed to have some link or perception that sane people didn’t have. It was my first Repin, and the first time I ever stared at a painting and saw a whole world inside it. It was an immense comfort to me thousands of miles from home, and it captivated me enough to burn the artist’s name into my memory. Ilya Repin. I haven’t found that painting yet… not a photo of it online… but it’s the first piece of art I ever really loved.


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Aug 22, 2014
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(Source: emissarydeatons, via thedruidsteaparty)



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Aug 22, 2014
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uispeccoll:

Binding Photo Shoot.

Thomas de Ke[m]pis De imitatione Christi [et] de contemptu omniu[m] vanitatu[m] mundi : de interna [con]uersatione, de interna locutione Christi ad animam fidelem, [&] cum quanta reuere[n]tia Christus sit suscipiendus. It[e]m Johannes Gerson De meditatione cordis.  Arg[e]n[tinae] impressus : [Johann Prüss], Anno D[omi]ni Mcccclxxxix [1489].

BV4820  .A1 1489 

Contemporary blind decorated calf over wooden boards by the Benedictine Monks at St. Maxim’s Abbey at Trier. Triple rule outer frame and central diaper pattern, interstices with lions rampant, paschal lambs, goats, double-headed eagles, fleur-de-lys, quatre- and cinquefoils, blind ruled spine, brass clasp and catch.

Images of the inside will follow tomorrow.


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Aug 22, 2014
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My parents are going to help me.

I am going to go.

Thank you all for putting up with me and for your kind words.

I’m going home.


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Aug 22, 2014
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    Yeah, but can Bendypants Cumberpatch do THIS?

"And now we’ve got that poker fixed. Watson. Watson? Why are you perspiring?"
"Damn it, Holmes."
"Watson, where are you… that’s /my/ room."
"Come here this instant and close the door."
"You… why are you taking off your shirt? You can’t solve crimes without your trousers on I assure… you. Oh."
"Run, do not walk!"

(Source: cumbered-cat, via a-scandal-in-ephemera)


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Aug 21, 2014
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anglophrenic:

anglophrenic:

Kind of just realized that my parents may have agreed to cosign a private loan for me, though in the text message it said “student loan.” I don’t know what my mom meant, but I have to wait until tomorrow to find out anyway.

Excited but also confused and just exhausted in my body but my brain is very awake. I shall take a pill.

Lately I have been misunderstanding things left and right. It’s like my brain is a character in a screwball comedy.

I need Fry and Laurie to calm my mind down before the pill takes effect. I am always a bit disappointed in myself when I think I can go it alone to sleep and then I just can’t. Bad judgment on my part. Oh well! Thanks tiny benzo!


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Aug 21, 2014
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anglophrenic:

Kind of just realized that my parents may have agreed to cosign a private loan for me, though in the text message it said “student loan.” I don’t know what my mom meant, but I have to wait until tomorrow to find out anyway.

Excited but also confused and just exhausted in my body but my brain is very awake. I shall take a pill.

Lately I have been misunderstanding things left and right. It’s like my brain is a character in a screwball comedy.


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Aug 21, 2014
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Kind of just realized that my parents may have agreed to cosign a private loan for me, though in the text message it said “student loan.” I don’t know what my mom meant, but I have to wait until tomorrow to find out anyway.

Excited but also confused and just exhausted in my body but my brain is very awake. I shall take a pill.


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Aug 21, 2014
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3modagawd:

dragonheartedrabbit:

"Waste of good ammo. It’s my privilege to buy you a replacement box."

"All self-respecting whites have a moral responsibility to support our growing number of martyrs to the failed experiment called diversity."

"I thank all Police, you are the ‘Thin Blue Line’ protecting normal Americans from aggressive and entitled primitive savages. America is surely at the tipping point."

Just a few quotes (in case it’s hard to read) from that collection of donation messages for Darren Wilson.

Does anyone else want to say it’s not about race?

"I wouldve donated double this amount but you missed his accomplice" I swear to fucking god…

(via depressionbeard)