marina tsvetaeva trans by ilya kaminsky
Controversial Truths About Ancient Egypt Masterpost
The pyramids were built by contemporary workers who received wages and were fed and taken care of during construction
The Dendera “lightbulb” is a representation of the creation myth and has nothing to do with electricity
We didn’t find “““copper wiring””” in the great pyramid either
Hatshepsut wasn’t transgender
The gods didn’t actually have animal heads
Hieroglyphs aren’t mysteriously magical; they’re just a language (seriously we have shopping lists and work rosters and even ancient erotica)
The ancient Egyptian ethnicity wasn’t homogeneous
Noses (and ears, and arms) broke off statues and reliefs for a variety of reasons, none of which are “there is a widespread archaeological conspiracy to hide the Egyptian ethnicity”
Caravaggio living paintings by Ludovica Rambelli Theater
There was a young man from Peru
Whose limericks stopped at line two
So Hob is immortal because Death promised her little brother not to take him. But that doesn't explain why he doesn't age. In order for that to happen, not only Death would have to leave him alone but also Time.
Time, who happens to be Dream's and Death's father.
You know what that means?
Finding Dream a boyfriend is a family project.
[This is not in any way critical towards Maggie’s occasional inconsistency. I‘ve got full sympathy for a messy mind and no patience for fans attacking her for it. It is what it is, I love this series just as much even with the knowledge that Gansey doesn’t know Adam’s birthday.]
river of light (that brings me to you) ⤓⤓ read the full comic here ( 2 pages are missing, making the flow a little.. choppy… im also a little more active on twitter if you want to follow :) ) based off of this fic ! its truly devastating, but i strongly recommend it.
james dean, sal mineo & natalie wood // anne hathaway, audra mcdonald & raúl esparza // ben whishaw, matthew goode & hailey atwell
I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
-Franz Kafka