Nec porro augendis rebus spatio foret usus
seminis ad coitum, si e nilo crescere possent.
Lucretius
And there wouldn’t be a use for time at all,
if new things could rise from nothingness.
(via labentiasidera)
Nec porro augendis rebus spatio foret usus
seminis ad coitum, si e nilo crescere possent.
Lucretius
And there wouldn’t be a use for time at all,
if new things could rise from nothingness.
(via labentiasidera)
Can I just… talk for a moment… about how much I love how, if you know them well, words don’t have synonyms?
English, for example, is a fantastic disaster. It has so many words for things that are basically the same, and I find there’s few joys in writing like finding the right word for a sentence. Hunting down that peculiar word with particular meaning that fits in seamlessly in a structure, so the story flows on by without any bumps or leaks.
Like how a shout is typically about volume, while a yell carries an angry edge and a holler carries a mocking one. A scream has shrillness, a roar has ferocity, and a screech has outrage.
This is not to say that a yell cannot be happy or a holler cannot be complimentary, or that they cannot share these traits, but they are different words with different connotations. I love choosing the right one for a sentence, not only for its meanings but for how it sounds when read aloud. (Do I want sounds that slide together, peaceful and seamless, or something that jolts the reader with its contrast? Snap!)
I love how many words for human habitats there are. I love how cottage sounds quaint and cabin sounds rustic. I love steadiness of house, the elegance of residence, the stateliness of manor, and tired stubbornness of shack. I love how a dwelling is different to a den.
And I love how none of them can really touch the possessive warmness of all the connotations of home.
Words are great.
I did not expect to cry by the end of this, but I did.
Which proves the point, no?
“The difference between the right word and the almost right word is like the difference between a lightning bug and the lightning.” – Mark Twain (and one of my favorites, since I happen to agree with everything the OP said!)
Hyper Realistic Paintings of Exotic Fishes by Lisa Ericson
Designer, artist and illustrator Lisa Ericson imagines a world where animals rule, her hyper realistic paintings revolving around the animal kingdom.
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Ceremonial by wlop
Ceremonial dress design for princess Aeolian (Ghostblade)
The original file and painting process video will be provided to supporters on my Patreon:www.patreon.com/wlop
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i want to be so kind it echoes backwards in time and undoes the things that hurt you. i want to be so kind it radiates from me. i want to be so kind that i make someone else find faith in humanity again. there’s not much i can do, i’m small and weak and i only know so many words. but i know i can be kind. and sometimes, i believe, that changes the world.