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princeweeniepants:


shesavulgarwoman:


Behold, a 120+ year old rhododendron
They rarely grow into anything larger than a shrub, yet alone a tree! 

Why does this not have more notes??

Because we’re scared

princeweeniepants:

shesavulgarwoman:

Behold, a 120+ year old rhododendron

They rarely grow into anything larger than a shrub, yet alone a tree! 

Why does this not have more notes??

Because we’re scared

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c0ssette:

Detail of the veiled angel of death,from Honor Roll Monument in Prospect Park,Augustus Lukeman.

c0ssette:

Detail of the veiled angel of death,from Honor Roll Monument in Prospect Park,Augustus Lukeman.

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beisaurus:

The Black Sea at Night
- Ivan Aivazovsky, 1879

beisaurus:

The Black Sea at Night

- Ivan Aivazovsky, 1879

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Hipsterträd

higherfunction:

if i lay here

if i just lay here

would you lie with me and marathon the extended edition lord of the rings trilogy

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forgetpolitics:

I. AM. FUCKING. DEAD.

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asylum-art:

Berlinde De Bruyckere.:Suffering and Protection
Flemish sculptor creates sculptures and drawings of suffering human bodies that resemble nothing so much as reality. It mixes in his sculptures on religious grounds and media images and writes the Christian motif of the human suffering in the contemporary era. The confrontation with the body that engages the artist led to questions about the ethics of our society and are the place to fundamental questions about the nature of the human being.
These disturbing and uncannily lifelike sculptures by Belgian artist Berlinde De Bruyckere are incredibly visceral and eerie. The repulsion instinctively triggered in the viewer comes from their verisimilitude, and the sense of reality of this nameless, grotesque, distorted, half-human, seemingly fluid flesh; combined with their beauty, the delicate, subtle mottling of colors, the pure realistic visceral fleshiness of the works, and their technical grace.

(via flowerjizz)

kosmotis:

do not pity the dead, harry, pity the living, and above all those who think feminism means hating men.

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kenerics:

who the fuck is snapchatting in the serenghetti

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