To-lamb-to-slaughter - 𝜗𝜚

"And Cain says, “When you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. He got kindness, and I got longing. He got complacence, and I got ambition. I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.”

- Nathaniel Orion, "Hevel"

Aurora (Arshaluys) Mardiganyan was just 14 when the sky collapsed on her head. In 1915, as the Armenian Genocide began, her village was torn apart by turkish soldiers. She watched as her father, her brothers and all the men in her family were dragged away and murdered. The women and children, including Aurora, were spared only to be marched into the desert—a death sentence of a different kind.

The march was relentless. Day after day, Aurora trudged through the searing heat, surrounded by the dying and the dead. There was no food, no water—just the constant, gnawing hunger, thirst and sexual mutilation. Those who fell behind were shot or left to die under the unrelenting sun. Aurora witnessed countless mothers cradling their dying children, their bodies wasting away before her eyes. The air was thick with the stench of death, and the ground was littered with the bodies of her people, unburied, forgotten.

According to her story, the turkish soldiers decided to nail the 17 girls of her village in the group to crosses—in a grotesque parody of their Christian faith, but they miscounted and only constructed 16 crosses; Aurora was the lucky one who was not crucified.

She endured much, being sold into a harem as a teen, for 85 cents. She was beaten, assaulted and dehumanized in ways no child should ever endure. Aurora’s spirit was broken over and over again, yet somehow, she survived.

When she finally escaped, Aurora found her way to the United States, carrying the weight of what she had witnessed. She was alone, orphaned by genocide, but she was determined to tell the world what had happened. Her story, Ravished Armenia, recounted the horrors in graphic detail—images too painful for most to even imagine. But for Aurora, they were not just stories; they were the memories that haunted her every day.

She agreed to relive her trauma once more, acting in the film Auction of Souls, where she portrayed her own suffering and the atrocities she had witnessed. But even then, Aurora was exploited. The people behind the film saw her pain as a commodity, and she was never properly compensated. She gave everything—her story, her dignity, her voice—but received little in return.

In the early 1930s, both the book and the film faded from the public’s attention. The sudden and complete silencing of the film had two explanations: the growing U.S.-turkey alliances, and an agreement between Hollywood and Germany. Aurora had written about being raped by a roving gang of german soldiers in turkey before being sold into a harem

The film that was supposed to tell her story was lost, leaving behind only fragments, just like the memory of the millions of Armenians who were massacred.

Here you can find Aurora Mardiganyan's book, "RAVISHED ARMENIA".

Versace FW93

Koré del siglo VI a.C aprox (520-510) de la Acrópolis. Una de las escasas representaciones que existen de esculturas con restos de policromía exhibiendo algunos colores. Realmente espectacular.

fat waists are slutty grabbable waists too if you aren't a fucking coward

september, 2023

every girl should have a terrace or a balcony or a sprawling secret garden hidden from the outside world but containing beautiful mysteries and hidden worlds but we don't and that's why the world is going to hell in a handbasket

MY GREATEST ENEMY IS NO ONE BUT MYSELF

“Adoration of the Mystic Lamb”, by Hubert van Eyck and Jan van Eyck (1432); // “Juda’s Kiss”, by Gustave Doré; // “Briseis Restored to Achilles in his Tent Discovers the Body of Patroculus”, Léon Cogniet (1815); // “Ophelia”, by John Everett Millais (1851)

there's blood on the side of the mountain there's writing all over the wall shadows of us are still dancin' In every room and every hall there's snow fallin' over the city you thought that it would wash away the bitter taste of my fury and all of the messes you made yeah, you think that you got away but I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze my footsteps on the ground you'll see my face in every place but you can't catch me now through wading grass, the months will pass you'll feel it all around I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere but you can't catch me now no, you can't catch me now bet you thought I'd never do it thought it'd go over my head I bet you figured I'd pass with the winter be somethin' easy to forget oh, you think I'm gone 'cause I left but I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze my footsteps on the ground you'll see my face in every place but you can't catch me now through wading grass, the months will pass you'll feel it all around I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere but you can't catch me now no, you can't catch me now ooh, ooh ooh, ooh you can't, you can't catch me now I'm comin' like a storm into your town you can't, you can't catch me now I'm higher than the hopes that you brought down you can't, you can't catch me now I'm comin' like a storm into your town you can't, you can't catch me now I'm higher than the hopes that you brought down you can't, you can't catch me now I'm comin' like a storm into your town you can't, you can't catch me now you can't, you can't, you can't there's blood on the side of the mountain It's turning a new shade of red yeah, sometimes the fire you founded don't burn the way you'd expect yeah, you thought that this was the end

the shrike beneath a sparrow's skin.

before that final damning act of courage and mercy, medraut had spent a day and most of a night limping on a broken knee through the frozen, bloody fields around camlan, searching for lleu. It was not three months since lleu had kissed and forgiven him his last winter’s betrayal. medraut would have given his own life to spare our brother’s. all he found of my twin after camlan was the golden circlet lleu had worn.