fohk:

“She has a choice: she can either accept a life of misery or she can struggle against it. And she chooses to struggle”
Little Children (2006)Todd Field

dis movie was so good
euphues:

19:13// We’d never get lonely with him around. /:
paintdeath:

Tracey Emin

primary-yellow:

ELLSWORTH KELLY

GREEN (1951) + BLUE (1951) + YELLOW (1951) + RED (1951)

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saatchiart:

These painterly works are actually photographs, created by Mark Lovejoy who first mixes printing inks on a press before photographing the results.

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gasoline-station:

Air India

Photographer Amos Chapple’s remarkable aerial views of India were shot by attaching his camera to a ‘quadcopter’ drone`

Pictures: Amos Chapple

Source: The Guardian

featureshoot:

PHOTO DU JOUR: A MAKESHIFT POOL IN THE OZARKS http://bit.ly/1r91PbS
Photo: Julie Blackmon
art-centric:

Edward Potthast - Beach Scene
ryanmat:

good morning monday (at The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York)
fabforgottennobility:

ICON
specialcar:

FIAT 500 N

infiniteinterior:

Graham McKay (Misfits’ Architecture) on Kazuo Shinohara’s Houses

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“Are you not thirsty?” said the Lion.
“I am dying of thirst,” said Jill.
“Then drink,” said the Lion.
“May I — could I — would you mind going away while I do?” said Jill.
The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realized that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience.
The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic.
“Will you promise not to — do anything to me, if I do come?” said Jill.
“I make no promise,” said the Lion.
Jill was so thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer.
“Do you eat girls?” she said.
“I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms,” said the Lion. It didn’t say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it.
“I daren’t come and drink,” said Jill.
“Then you will die of thirst,” said the Lion.
“Oh dear!” said Jill, coming another step nearer. “I suppose I must go and look for another stream then.”
“There is no other stream,” said the Lion.”

—C.S. Lewis (via theohpioneer)