50shadesofacceptance:

Spread this shit like wildfire 

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allthingseurope:

Podgorze, Krakow, Poland (by ainulm)

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Idris “Hot as Hell” Elba.

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delicately-interconnected:

How to compare something to the holocaust:

  • don’t.

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kylesimmonsstache:

bastealinghearts:

Apparently kylesimmonsstache gets really excited about art.

LET’S FUCKIN TALK ABOUT ART

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"REGULAR" ART

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FANART

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OH WHOA THAT’S A SWEET ASS MOTHERFUCKING CLASSICAL PAINTING BUT THEN FUCKIN LOOK AT THE DETAIL

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JESUS CHRIST

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TTHHHIIISSSSS IISSSSS AAAAA PAAAIINNNTTTIIINNNGGGG?!!?!!?!!!?!?!!! WHAT TO HECK????

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FUCKIN SWEET ASS DAFT PUNK COLORED PENCILS HELLA

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LOOK AT THIS AND TELL ME IT ISN’T FUCKIN RAD AS HELL

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MOTHERFUCKING EMBROIDERY?!!!!!!?!?!!?!!?

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THIS LOOKS LIKE A SCENE OUT OF A MOVIE

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OH SWEET LOOK AT THIS SCULPTURE RIGHT

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JUST WAIT A FUCKIN MINUTE HERE

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THIS IS A DRAWING MADE TO LOOK LIKE A SCULPTURE I CAN’T FUCKING

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LOOK MORE SWEET ASS COLORED PENCIL DRAWINGS

NOW I’M ABOUT TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT MY BRO BERNINI OKAY JUST TRUST ME ON THIS

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ALREADY GORGEOUS RIGHT

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FUCKING LOOK AT THAT LOOK AT IT I’M FUCKING

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HOW DOES MARBLE LOOK LIKE GOSSAMER FABRIC HOOOOOWWWW??!!!!?

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dannyqhantom:

Lettuce Bacon Green beans Tomato Ally sandwich 

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"I held on so long, I think,
because when the ship was sinking,
you looked more like the shore
than the lifeboat ever did.
And if I know anything for certain,
I know it wasn’t love.
It was spitting flowers into our eyes
and calling it spring.
That’s the kind of blindness
that leads a body to the sea
and calls drowning by softer names:
Slow dancing into the ocean,
giving our lungs to salt water.
We were lost like a ship on the rocks—
Kissed by the sirens into the waves.
To think I used to find it romantic
to go losing yourself inside other people.
But everything reads like a love song
when you’ve got a heart caught in perpetual spring.
So this is me weeding you out—
Pulling you up like dandelions
even after years of keeping to myself.
And my garden is all the better for it."

Fools at Love’s Table, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

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