Reading late Tolstoy (“What Is Art?”) makes me faintly nauseated.
Why is this all big? I didn’t type it as a heading.
Fucking Tumblr, stop copying Facebook’s bullshit.
He idealizes and fetishizes “the laboring man” and the peasants so much, it’s like he thinks they don’t have sex. Or only have sex for the necessary purpose of procreation. Like, dude… you know that most folktales and folk songs are about sex in one way or another, right? It’s not all God and Jesus. The French didn’t invent lust in the 18th century.
Loki is the Philosopher King 