Crossed Anchors on the webbing between the thumb and index fingers marked a bos’n’s (or boatswain’s) mate.
A Harpoon marked a member of the fishing fleet.
Hold written on one set of knuckles and Fast written on the other was meant to give a sailor good grip in the rigging.
A Shellback Turtle or King Neptune was earned when a sailor made it across the Equator.
A Sparrow or a Swallow tattoo would go to a sailor for every 5,000 nautical miles they traveled–a swallow because it can always find its way home.
I am not art. I am not here to enlighten you. I was not born to save you - I was born for myself, and it’s myself that I will save.
I really wanted to do a set for the lovely ladies of Hannibal - and to illustrate the disillusionment of female characters as art pieces used only for the development of the male characters.
I love how potato in French is pomme de terre, which pretty much means “earth apple.”
like what stupid frenchman saw this:
and said “zis petite légume looks like a, how you say, APPLE! hmmm… but it grows in ze earth… HON HON HON! MAIS OUI! C’EST UNE POMME DE TERRE!”
j’adore comment ananas se dit pineapple en anglais, ce qui veut littéralement dire “pomme de pin”, genre quel type anglais a vu ça:
et s’est dit : “ow cette étrange big fruit ressemble à une, how do you say, POMME! hmmm… mais plutôt une pomme qui pousse dans les pins… HU HU HU! OH YES, IT’S A PINEAPPLE!”
(z’avez vu, on peut le faire aussi… hon hon hon!)
Alexander McQueen RTW FW 2013
Today in science we learned that you can never gain cold, you can only have an absence of heat; and it made me think that maybe hatred doesn’t exist, and there’s only an absence of love.
this is the realist shit I’ve ever read
i only came to this post to quote “defeating entropy with love and a fistful of nuclear warheads”:
did you know there’s no such thing as cold?
speaking of which, have i ever told
you are my favorite ever
you’re twice as kind and thrice as clever
you try so hard to be a good person
even as your jaw shifts to make room
for more teeth
the absence of heat’s like the absence of you
i don’t know the words, i wonder if you do