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thedailywhat:

No Translation Necessary of the Day: Bill Murray hanging out backstage at Letterman with Korean pop group Girls’ Generation.

Gee gee gee gee gee~

elixir:

by yauhin1

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blackshirtfistbump:

The scene where an elderly couple are hugging on the bed while water rushes underneath depicts owners of Macy’s department store in New York; Ida and Isidor Strauss. They died on the Titanic in real life. Ida was offered a seat on a lifeboat but refused so that she could stay with her husband saying, “As we have lived together, so we shall die together.” 

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weepling:

Richard Long, Champ d’Ocre
July 2 - Oct 16 2011
Chapelle Saint-Charles
4 Rue Saint Charles, Avignon

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Andrew Scott as Mercutio in Shakespeare For The Millennium: Romeo and Juliet

MERCUTIO
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep;
Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders’ legs,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
The traces of the smallest spider’s web,
The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams,
Her whip of cricket’s bone, the lash of film,
Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
Not so big as a round little worm
Prick’d from the lazy finger of a maid;
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love;
O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on court’sies straight,
O’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees,
O’er ladies ’ lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
Sometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail
Tickling a parson’s nose as a’ lies asleep,
Then dreams, he of another benefice:
Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
That plats the manes of horses in the night,
And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage:
This is she—

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buongiorno:

St. Sebastian, an incomplete study of various representations just for the heck of it. His feast day was January 20th. Seems appropriate that it would be in the dead of winter. 

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androphilia:

Procession [Canossa, Emilia-Romagna, Italy] By Edouard De Pazzi, 2003

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michaelcharles:

Ann Cathrin November Høibo

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mtrt:

Antonia Gurkovska

Untitled 

2011

oil, acrylic, enamel, staples on canvas

67” x 83”

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