‘germanic warrior with helmet’ - osmar schindler (1902)

Do you ever think about how many of the items now considered priceless artifacts were once commonplace items? The coins we now marvel at from behind the glass at a museum were once tossed around, stepped on, and traded around. The pottery painstakingly pieced back together was somebody’s favorite wine jug. The decorative pin now rusted and bent once held together the shoulder of someone’s chiton. History is simply a trail of ordinary people going about their day, and I think there’s an odd sort of beauty in that.

Female affection in vintage photographs

head not empty, head full of countless scenarios that will never happen

i learned that in the 1936 Olympics two Japanese pole vaulters (Shuhei Nashida & Sueo Oe) tied for second. Declined to compete against each other, Nashida was awarded silver and Oe bronze. On return to Japan they had the medals cut in two & joined together to make two 'friendship medals' out of silver & bronze (x)

goddesses and gods of ancient egypt

(some of them)

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Daily Mirror, England, January 20, 1938

Saint-Malo, Bretagne, France

© t. hansegang

MJ RODRIGUEZ. NEVER FORGET THAT NAME. THE FIRST TRANS WOMAN NOMINATED FOR EMMY IN A MAIN CATEGORY

Tom Hiddleston is retiring from acting and he came to my university to lecture about Shakespeare. I jumped out of my window (I live on the fifth floor) to run to university to catch his lecture. There were zombies on the way so I Ramboed my way through them. I arrived to uni just as Tom revealed himself to be Loki and that he was also Shakespeare's real life muse.

Daily Mirror, England, January 5, 1938

Halsey, If I Can’t Have Love, I Want Power // Agnés Sorel as Madonna Lactans by Jean Foquet

‘florinda’ (detail) - franz xaver winterhalter (1853)

Strawberry picking, photo by Yevgeny Shulepov (1978)

Those posts that are like “Sparta was awesome they had this and that and” like, yes, Sparta was a pretty cool place to live, if you were a member of the ruling warrior caste. You know, the same ruling warrior caste who were all “members of the working class are legally required to receive a minimum of one (1) beating per year in order to remind them of their place, and also we encourage our children to literally hunt them for sport; on a completely unrelated note, we keep having violent rebellions and we can’t figure out why”.

St Louis Globe-Democrat, Missouri, March 29, 1932

Terracotta Warriors fresh from the earth, before their colors deteriorate from the exposure. Photograph from a 1974 excavation

189 years ago today, a couple of schoolboys with too many chairs really said “eat the rich” and died

Un pintor quiso un día pintar lo más extenso... y proyectó el alma mía de imágenes de lo que siento.

Un poeta quiso un día componer el más grande verso... y me observó mientras dormía y divisó mi sueño inmenso.

Un hombre quiso un día caminar más allá del misterio... mas, sus pasos no sabían salir del oscuro monasterio.

Mi pensamiento quiso un día pensar, "lo que yo no entiendo"... y la locura, me perseguía con grandes carcajadas - riendo!!

Ousía Poética © Leandro Lojek