me every time i take a sip of my cappuccino: do they know it's called cappuccino because the color is similar to the sackcloth worn by capuchin friars (cappuccini). do they know capuchin friars got their name from the hood (cappuccio) they wear. do they know cappuccino is a double diminutive as it comes from capo ('robe') + uccio = cappuccio ('hood' but literally 'little robe') + ino = cappuccino ('tiny hood' but literally 'tiny little robe'). do they know
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A bird rests on the head of a white-tailed deer roaming free in San Jose Villanueva, El Salvador.
Photograph: Marvin Recinos/AFP/Getty Images
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Jennifer Gennari
Bunny Cuddles, 2018
Oil on panel
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the all the things she said bridge goes so hard
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some girls were made to nap all day ...
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A day out on Klyazma water reservoir near Moscow (1963)
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as much as we think we’ve made waves with regards to body positivity the standard of beauty now feels like a much narrower category than it did in the past
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Robert Frank, Children with Sparklers, Provincetown, 1958
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the novelty of having a pet will never wear off on me i’ve had animals my entire life for 23 entire years and i still sometimes stop and go holy fuck there is just a little guy in my house
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‘Vogue Pantomime’, Sarah Daykin by Tim Walker, scrapbook ‘Vogue Pantomime’, Vogue UK 2004.
John Galliano Fall Winter 1998 Ready-to-Wear
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at this point i think my blood volume is 90% soup
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Mary Oliver, "August"; from "Devotions"
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“The English word ‘symbol’ is the Greek word symbolon which means, in the ancient world, one half of a knucklebone carried as a token of identity to someone who has the other half. Together the two halves compose one meaning. A metaphor is a species of symbol. So is a lover. In the words of Aristophanes (in Plato’s Symposium):Each one of us is but the symbolon of a human being—sliced in half like a flatfish, two instead of one—and each pursues a neverending search for the symbolon of himself. (191d) Every hunting, hungering lover is half of a knucklebone, wooer of a meaning that is inseparable from its absence.”
— Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet
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Alice + Olivia / Fall 2017
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