#early twentieth century

[weary-hearted-art]

Helen Hyde, Feeding the Bunnies, 1912. Color woodcut on paper

#helen hyde #early twentieth century #art

[midtwentys]

being 23

turning 23 is an interesting feat. not a kid anymore but not an adult. too much is expected of you but you feel you don't have enough to offer.

I can't really agree with "I didn't think I would be here at this age" because I didn't really think I would be here at all. not necessarily because I thought I'd be dead, I just didn't ever imagine or think about getting older. maybe it was because I was too preoccupied with a debilitating psychological imbalance or I have absolutely zero ambition. I did have "dream careers" growing up; vet, dentist, (brace for total originality) youtuber, but I never pushed myself to do anything to put those ideas in place.

I dropped out of school early. I couldn't hack it, it was H E L L. even walking back into the building four years after leaving threw me into a spiral so, college was a no go. I agree that "education isn't for everyone" it wasn't for me and whilst I'm happy with my decision and I know it was the right choice, I still have that feeling buried somewhere of, "I did nothing." "I'm going nowhere" and it still pops up sometimes, like when a friend is telling me stories of her job as a solicitor and I have absolutely no idea what the f*** she's talking about. I've worked full time since I was 16, I've done a good variety of jobs, I've put in the time and I've "climbed the corporate ladder" but is that what I want to do?

I get "you won't stay in this job forever" but where will I go? what will I do? what I want to do - raise motherless neonatal kittens - pays nothing at all. so do you stay in a job where you don't want to be and make it work because that's what you're told you have to do?

I can't even get started on money at this age - but I will. Your parents were moved out at 19 but, back then a two bed house cost 20cents and a loaf of bread. the 20 year olds from tiktok are living in mansions and you can't even get out of your overdraft. it's relentless.

I think my point here - if I can get to one - is that it's easy to let yourself feel like you're underachieving at this age. being hard on yourself is much easier than giving yourself a break. BUT, (and it's a big but) that's all you need to do - as long as your feet are on the ground and your head's above the water you're doing alright. YOU are the only comparison for yourself. making an effort to fill your life with things you love and surround yourself with genuine people and good memories - that's all you should be aiming for at 23.

#growin’ up #midlife crisis #early twentieth century #blog post #blog #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #bookish #journal #online diary #photo diary #personal diary #word vomit

[elskanellis]

NO I THOUGHT OF THAT EXACT POEM TOOOO girls when last years' leaves are smoke in every lane 😭😵‍💫💀

posting this as an ask so that I can unleash Edna on EVERYONE, truly one of the sonnets of all time, I cannot think of a person who has not felt this in some way, about some loss of some person in some kind of relationship. AAGHCK.

“Time does not bring relief; you all have lied”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side, And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year’s bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide. There are a hundred places where I fear To go,—so with his memory they brim. And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, “There is no memory of him here!” And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

©️1931, via Poetry Foundation, but in my heart it's always via this very small book i had of ESVM poems when i was 16

#but last year's bitter loving must remain / heaped on my heart #← JESUS edna #time does not bring relief you all have lied #edna st vincent millay #sonnet #early twentieth century poetry #american poetry

[grelleswife]

Considering her willingness to incorporate historical figures such as Sir Arthur Conan Doyle into Kuroshitsuji’s universe, Yana really missed an opportunity by not featuring Beatrix Potter—hired, of course, by O!Ciel to write and illustrate a series of stories about Bitter Rabbit’s adventures as a means of advertising Funtom products to children.

#kuroshitsuji #o!ciel #beatrix potter #funtom corporation #i don’t think she actually started publishing her books until the early twentieth century #so the timelines don’t quite match up #but if yana can commit flagrant anachronisms then so can i

[chadlesbianjasontodd]

women's hip-length jacket and trousers of indigo-dyed cotton, unlined, patterned in eight-trigrams octagons and fish and floral motifs. the jacket closes with five gilt buttons on the right-hand side. republican era.

#china #republican era #fashion #museum trawling #image source: the victoria and albert museum #the v&a only gives 'early twentieth century'; im going with republican era on that #i love looking at like. normal people fashion. especially in museums #also if im not wrong. unlike many fashions from the 20s and 30s this outfit remains in style almost exactly #ive got things like this in my own closet today! (mine however.....do not match)

[alimmansour222]

#ancient egypt #egyptology #egypt #Early twentieth century 👀❤️🤍🖤

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

the perils of not being thoughtful about race-bending casting is like, ok. so unity kinkaid is now black. but she is also still an extremely wealthy british woman who was a child in 1919, and no one is like, do we need to maybe revisit this aspect of the story that's already being amply reworked to consider that the casting we have gone with has made the previous set-up somewhat implausible. i mean i am not an expert on race and class in pre-war england. maybe i am bringing my american bias to this. but. so then they're like, we need to have a line explaining why she is rich though, because, and kudos to @unbornwhiskeyy for this observation, nothing on this show (about dreams. it's a show about dreams) can ever just Be or Happen, it all has to be Explained and having a reason Why (in a show, to reiterate, about dreams). and the explanation they go with for why this person who was a black ten year old in 1919 england is very wealthy is that: her family owned a sugar company. and then my head exploded and i couldn’t watch anymore because i was dead

#turns out my suspension of disbelief line is somewhere before #‘black owned company in early twentieth century england for the product arguably most associated with #the specific brutality of british slavery’ #like. what. why. porque. #honestly i think if they hadn’t mentioned the sugar thing i wouldn’t have even registered that things hit Different now #or if they had gone with idk literally any other option besides fucking SUGAR!!!! #you can be me when i'm gone

[chiropteracupola]

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“If ghosts had telephones, I should think they’d sound rather like that,” says Rose, the early chill of after-sunset driving her quite easily to a morbid sort of cheer. “How the times change,” says the girl, with an odd, but not entirely unhappy, look in her eyes. “No, my dear; ghosts use the same telephones as you and I, as you well know.”

here's something from this year's seasonal spooky story!

#em writes stuff #oak savanna vampire #<- tentative tag for that tale #it's another one of those ones where I get really soupy over california! this one's set in the early twentieth century! #in its way it's a sequel to last year's one but mostly because they're set in the same former mining town!

[weary-hearted-art]

Frances Gearhart, Twilight, c.1930. Color block print on wove Japanese paper

#frances gearhart #early twentieth century #art

[flipchild]

Whatever goodnight. states the obvious in so many words

#should i leave that first line as is #this is the theoretical part theres also an embarassingly brief history of nutrition science in #early twentieth century china #hps #mine =) #btw my major sources arent in this paragraph so excuse the unsourced emperical claims

[ammonitetestpatterns]

exclusive secret origin of the world they don’t tell you about

#the type design in so many of these early twentieth century atlantic print illustrations was frail bones

[mermaidsirennikita]

One person on Twitter makes a bad faith thread and suddenly everyone is calling Frida Kahlo white

#listen i won’t claim to be a kahlo expert #but it takes so little research to know that her experience as a mixed race woman #who btw spent a good amount of time in early twentieth century US #was not seen by white people as a white person in any sense #(because she wasn’t white) #and that mattered more to her life and lens #a lot more than the way we see whiteness decades after her death #and also…………….. telling mixed race people that they should only engage w their white heritage #SEEMS BAD MAYBE???

[the-busy-ghost]

On the whole Waverley was not the most interesting hero in the world, but I loved that Scott describes him as reading voraciously as a child and then mostly giving it up as he got older because his daydreams were more entertaining and because he wasn’t prepared for the hard work to master more difficult literature.

#It me #Or was me #I read a lot now #But definitely stopped in my teens because I just didn't understand how to attack something difficult- it had never happened before #And everything else in life was shit so I thought if I'm going to read a book I should at least enjoy it #And I didn't enjoy a lot of books so just stopped #So I think I lost a lot of important intellectual and creative development because I basically only read comfortable or factual books #To be fair I still don't enjoy a lot of modern literature #That might be partly because these books haven't stood the test of time yet so it's not clear which are actually really good or important #But partly there's just something about them that does very little for me and puts me off reading more recent books #Solely because the last few have been a bit of a waste of time #Not entirely but mostly #Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell is one of the honourable exceptions #But yeah the last few really recent things I've read were underwhelming #I didn't entirely care for the ending of the Essex Serpent as it left me confused as to what the book was about #I didn't care for Wyld's 'The Bass Rock' really #H is for Hawk was quite good but then that's not fiction #The Unreliable Death of Lady Grange started well then completely lost me #And the thing is I don't *want* to be one of those shallow people who need a book to be declared a 'classic' before they will read it #And I also don't agree that the Victorians or the early twentieth century or whoever had a monopoly on great literature #But at the same time that's a lot of time wasted if I keep reading 21st century books that are all completely unsatisfying #In the vain hope that one will be brilliant #Anyway that's off topic #Point was Waverley is not going to make the list of 100 best protagonists in literature #He was a bit of a drip actually #But at the same time that was nice because again you're experiencing the world through the eyes of this slightly wet ordinary chap #I suppose it's similar to Ivanhoe- though Ivanhoe has a bit more mettle the book really isn't about him #And since i'm just as useless as Waverley (or would have been in my early twenties) #I appreciate the representation that Scott gives us useless drips even though I'm not a man #But I don't know I'm just not sure that having a giant portrait of yourself and your dead friend fighting in Highland dress

[literarycatchall]

“My arms shall welcome you when other arms are tired”

— “The Dark Cavalier,” Margaret Widdemer (1918)

#Margaret widdemer #the dark cavalier #lyric poetry #early twentieth century poetry #at her emotional best

[elskanellis]

Elizabeth Childers

Edgar Lee Masters

DUST of my dust, And dust with my dust, O, child who died as you entered the world, Dead with my death! Not knowing breath, though you tried so hard, With a heart that beat when you lived with me, And stopped when you left me for Life. It is well, my child. For you never traveled The long, long way that begins with school days, When little fingers blur under the tears That fall on the crooked letters. And the earliest wound, when a little mate Leaves you alone for another; And sickness, and the face of Fear by the bed; The death of a father or mother; Or shame for them, or poverty; The maiden sorrow of school days ended; And eyeless Nature that makes you drink From the cup of Love, though you know it's poisoned; To whom would your flower-face have been lifted? Botanist, weakling? Cry of what blood to yours?--- Pure or fool, for it makes no matter, It's blood that calls to our blood. And then your children---oh, what might they be? And what your sorrows? Child! Child! Death is better than Life!

Spoon River Anthology, 1915 .

#these lines just get me every damn time: #And eyeless Nature that makes you drink / From the cup of Love„ though you know it's poisoned; / #To whom would your flower-face have been lifted? / Botanist„ weakling? Cry of what blood to yours?— #JESUS HELL #it's a rough poem to read but i love it endlessly #cw stillbirth #cw death #death in childbirth #cw childbirth #stillbirth #death #childbirth #american poetry #US poetry #early twentieth-century poetry #twentieth-century poetry #edgar lee masters #elizabeth childers #epitaphs

[alimmansour222]

just the first hair dryers!

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#history #photo #history #photo

#historical #inventions #early twentieth century 👀❤️🤍🖤