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Foreword to The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli (1532)
Foreword to The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli (1532)

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fuckyeahtranquilo:

Emancipate Yourselves From Mental Slavery…  -Robert Nesta Marley

fuckyeahtranquilo:

Emancipate Yourselves From Mental Slavery…  -Robert Nesta Marley

decadentiacoprofaga:

This is one of the best. The Beast expressions are hilarious and so vivid. Love it. It´s my personal favorite.

Hans Burgkmair the Elder
"The Whore of Babylon; sitting on the seven-headed beast, St John and the angel looking on from a cloud in top right corner.
From a series of 21 woodcuts of the Apocalypse for Martin Luther’s translation of the New Testament (Augsburg: S. Otmar, 1523). 1523 Woodcut”

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decadentiacoprofaga:

This is one of the best. The Beast expressions are hilarious and so vivid. Love it. It´s my personal favorite.

Hans Burgkmair the Elder

"The Whore of Babylon; sitting on the seven-headed beast, St John and the angel looking on from a cloud in top right corner.

From a series of 21 woodcuts of the Apocalypse for Martin Luther’s translation of the New Testament (Augsburg: S. Otmar, 1523). 1523 Woodcut”

Source.

okayophelia:

Archetypes | WOMAN KING

And she speaks in a voice that sets men trembling, with eyes painted gold and a throne built on the bones of those who would challenge her rule. Cults of ascetics dance ecstasies in her honour and write her words in blood across their altars. Her body is a holy temple and her power springs from the divine source of her own terrible will. She is not of mortal flesh, they will whisper, as she wheels on her stallion and screams warchants to the heavens, emerging from battle wreathed in the blood and soil of a new kingdom. She rules with iron fists, with the cracking of cathedrals, with the love and the fear of her vast wild armies. She harbours a sword within her unquiet roaring heart, and with it has carved herself a new space, outside of law or nature or humankind. She is the mother of an empire; she is the mother of herself. Watch her rise.

okayophelia:

Archetypes | WOMAN KING

And she speaks in a voice that sets men trembling, with eyes painted gold and a throne built on the bones of those who would challenge her rule. Cults of ascetics dance ecstasies in her honour and write her words in blood across their altars. Her body is a holy temple and her power springs from the divine source of her own terrible will. She is not of mortal flesh, they will whisper, as she wheels on her stallion and screams warchants to the heavens, emerging from battle wreathed in the blood and soil of a new kingdom. She rules with iron fists, with the cracking of cathedrals, with the love and the fear of her vast wild armies. She harbours a sword within her unquiet roaring heart, and with it has carved herself a new space, outside of law or nature or humankind. She is the mother of an empire; she is the mother of herself. Watch her rise.