Jealousy in the Harem by Fernand Cormon 1874
[colour // breaking bad] → blue
"The First Men named us children,” the little woman said. “The giants called us wok dak nag gran, the squirrel people, because we were small and quick and fond of trees, but we are no squirrels, no children. Our name in the True Tongue means those who sing the song of the earth. Before your Old Tongue was ever spoken, we had sung our songs ten thousand years.”
I don’t miss you, but I remember you. You taught a lesson and for that I give you gratitude.
Atmosphere, The Number None
I overcame myself, the sufferer; I carried my own ashes to the mountains; I invented a brighter flame for myself.
Friedrich Nietzsche; “Thus Spoke Zarathustra” (via vijara)