1. "Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
    Part of me believing it was always something that I’d done
    But I don’t wanna live that way
    Reading into every word you say
    You said that you could let it go
    And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know"
    kkkkkkkkkk
  2. oliverogden:

    A tour of Wicker Park, Chicago.

    Concerning houses and trees.

  3. pussylequeer:

Alessandra Torresani

    pussylequeer:

    Alessandra Torresani

  4. degas and his landscapes are officially the topic for my research paper for cramer. landscapes can be seen as one of the essential themes of Impressionism, and degas was of course, a giant of the genre. yet his landscapes have been virtually ignored, passed over for the much more well known works of ballet dancers, brothels, and bathers. how he has been pigeon-holed into those things while works such as this have gone unnoticed is beyond me.
can you see the naked woman superimposed into the landscape?
degas. you were brilliant. 

    degas and his landscapes are officially the topic for my research paper for cramer. landscapes can be seen as one of the essential themes of Impressionism, and degas was of course, a giant of the genre. yet his landscapes have been virtually ignored, passed over for the much more well known works of ballet dancers, brothels, and bathers. how he has been pigeon-holed into those things while works such as this have gone unnoticed is beyond me.

    can you see the naked woman superimposed into the landscape?

    degas. you were brilliant. 

  5. snowce:

JONATHAN SCHIPPER, To Dust
“Two sculptures are hung from a mechanism that gently grinds them into each other. The sculptures will slide against one another for many years creating new unimagined form.”

    snowce:

    JONATHAN SCHIPPER, To Dust

    “Two sculptures are hung from a mechanism that gently grinds them into each other. The sculptures will slide against one another for many years creating new unimagined form.”

  6. wine sweet vermouth

    for the record: i saw it yesterday.

    the birthday poem.

    i have no clue how it slipped through everything else, how i didn’t notice it.

    it was the most gentle thing, though. so thank you. 

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"These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume."

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