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Leonardo Da Vinci’s drawings

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GREEK MYTHOLOGY

Διόνυσος

Dionysus was the god of the grape harvest, winemaking and wine, of ritual madness and ecstasy. His mother was the mortal princess Semele and his father the king of gods Zeus. He had many children, such the Charites, daughters of Aphrodite, and Oenopion, son of his wife Ariadne.

While he was disguised as a mortal sitting beside the seashore of the island Icaria, Tyrrhenian pirates spotted him, believing he was a prince. They attempted to kidnap him and sail him far away to sell for ransom or into slavery. They tried to bind him with ropes, but no type of rope could hold him. Dionysus turned into a fierce lion and unleashed a bear on board, killing those he came into contact with. Those who jumped off the ship were mercifully turned into dolphins. The only survivor was the helmsman, Acoetes, who recognized the god and tried to stop his sailors from the start.

• sebastian stan as dionysus

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ladylockslife:

Some new things I finished up yesterday! Bat skull, mink skull, and python vertebrae. Will be on etsy soon.

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The Upper East Side was like something from Fitzgerald, or Thackeray. Teenagers acting like adults. Adults acting like teenagers. Guarding secrets, spreading gossip, all with the trappings of opulent wealth. And membership in this community was so elite you couldn’t even buy your way in, it was a birthright. A birthright I didn’t have and my greatest achievements would never earn me. All I had to compare to this world was what I’d read in books, but that gave me the idea. If I wasn’t born into this world, maybe I could write myself into it. I’d overheard enough conversations to be able to mimic the language of the Constance girls, but every writer needs his muse, and it wasn’t until that photo of Serena in the white dress, that I knew I had something strong enough to actually create a legend and launch a website. Within weeks I was getting dozens of e-mails with stories of Upper East Siders, so I posted them anonymously…and then I got more. Before long it was a monster. Everyone was sending tips. And when Serena got back from Boarding School, I wrote my first post…about me. Lonely Boy. The Outsider. The Underdog. I might have been a joke, but at least people were talking about me.

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“Cicciolinas”
Jalouse, May 2013
Amber Anderson by Stian Foss
styling by Jennifer Eymere

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