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themonkeyisyourfriend: Uncle Boris Used To Be Quite The...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 00:12:54 +0200

themonkeyisyourfriend:

Uncle Boris Used To Be Quite The Prankster!

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howtohavegaysubtext: Illustration of a Diamond Python, Morelia...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 00:11:43 +0200

howtohavegaysubtext:

Illustration of a Diamond Python, Morelia spilota spilota, by an unknown artist associated with Port Jackson Painter.

themonkeyisyourfriend: Hugo Ball Performing At Cabaret...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 00:11:12 +0200

themonkeyisyourfriend:

Hugo Ball Performing At Cabaret Voltaire

low-country: Atelier 4|5 We don’t actually really define...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 23:53:42 +0200

low-country:

Atelier 4|5

We don’t actually really define ourselves as designers. We are architects, originally, and what we to at Atelier 4/5 is make new furniture out of old pieces we find on the street or at fleamarkets.

(The Word)

vlad-urutti: JEALOUS GUY - Claudine Longet

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 23:51:23 +0200

vlad-urutti:

JEALOUS GUY - Claudine Longet

fuckyeahmarxismleninism: “It’s Father’s Day today. We remember...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 23:50:07 +0200

fuckyeahmarxismleninism:

“It’s Father’s Day today. We remember Ho Chi Minh, the beloved leader, great old father of the Vietnamese nation. President Ho Chi Minh was not married, he devoted his whole life to the cause of the national liberation, to the Party, the country and people, set a bright example of patriotism and noble sacrifices. President, the great old father lives forever in the heart of every Vietnamese person.”

Via Vietnam TraiTim PhaLe

themonkeyisyourfriend: The Butterfly Ball View Post

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 23:49:50 +0200

themonkeyisyourfriend:

The Butterfly Ball

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sisypheenne: “The contempt of death is not at odds with the...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 23:48:16 +0200

sisypheenne:

“The contempt of death is not at odds with the cult we profess. She is present in our party, our games, our thoughts. Dying and killing are ideas that we rarely leave. Death is seductive. The fascination exerted on us perhaps comes from our secrecy and the fury with which we break it. The pressure of our vitality, constrained to express itself in ways that betray, explains the deadly nature, aggressive or suicidal of our explosions. When we burst, also we touch the highest point of tension, we touch the vibrant apex of life. And there, at the height of frenzy, we feel the vertigo. Death attracts us.
On the other hand, death avenges us from life, naked of all its vanities and pretensions, it becomes clean bones and a ghastly grin. In a closed-end world, where everything is death, the only valuable thing is death. But we affirm something negative. Sugar skulls, China paper skeletons, colorful fireworks, our performances are always popular mockery of life, affirming the nothingness and insignificance of human existence. We decorate our homes with skulls, eating Day of the Dead bread and bones, songs and jokes entertain us, laughing of Death, but all that familiar braggadocio does not excuse us from the question we all ask: what is the death? We have not invented a new response. And every time you ask us, we shrug our shoulders, what do I care about the death, if I do not care about life?”

Octavio Paz.

nevver: Nude Girl in Front of a Mirror, Otto Müller

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 23:47:42 +0200

nevver:

Nude Girl in Front of a Mirror, Otto Müller

nevver: The New Yorker

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 23:47:03 +0200

nevver:

The New Yorker

yimmyayo: GESAFFELSTEIN - PURSUIT (Official Video)

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 23:46:50 +0200

yimmyayo:

GESAFFELSTEIN - PURSUIT (Official Video)

beautifulgraves: In the early summer of 1867, just before she...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 23:42:13 +0200

beautifulgraves:

In the early summer of 1867, just before she turned 17, Caroline contracted tuberculosis and passed away a few short weeks later. Her sister Selma wanted to create a lasting memorial and asked a sculptor to cast a grave in her sister’s likeness. The life size and life like sculpture depicts Caroline just as if she fell asleep reading in her own bed.
Over 50,000 flowers have been placed on the grave of a young girl who died almost 145 years ago in Freiburg, Germany. Who places them there, no one knows. Every morning, under summer’s sun and winter’s snow, a fresh flower has been placed on the grave of Caroline Christine Walter