miscellaneous-art:Man Ray, The Black Tray, 1914. The Phillips Collection.Link

miscellaneous-art:

Man Ray, The Black Tray, 1914. The Phillips Collection.

Link

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kate. see. gee.: Liveblogging "SMASH" Episode 2

kateseegee:

Let’s open with the least Rock ‘N’ Roll, softest “Call Me” cover ever, and, guess what…it’s a DAYDREAM SEQUENCE. Oh, the originality of this show never ceases to amaze.

“Straight men are gonna go there….”

“Innocence, freshness…very Marilyn.”

“Chinese bureaucracy is very thorough.”

“I know. The…

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yitan:OMG John Barrowman is soo hot as a woman

yitan:

OMG John Barrowman is soo hot as a woman

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16 year old girl fucks for Chicken nuggets

jaimeleigh:

irishtexan:

extrafirmhold:

I need to know: Was it for a 4 pack or 10 pack… because I may have done worse.

I

dprblog:How cool is this.  Selfportrait with Eiffel by Nastia irrr Sokolova
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zwoltopia:Flintstones - Manga Studio EX / Photoshop CS4Oh Fred, will you ever learn?

zwoltopia:

Flintstones - Manga Studio EX / Photoshop CS4

Oh Fred, will you ever learn?

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fellowette:Awww, LITTLE DORRIT! Nice to remember Claire Foy before she went all Nazi-sympathizer on our asses (in Upstairs, Downstairs, not IRL)

fellowette:

Awww, LITTLE DORRIT! Nice to remember Claire Foy before she went all Nazi-sympathizer on our asses (in Upstairs, Downstairs, not IRL)

portlandreview:Replying to Chŏn, Serving in the 4th Grade of GovernmentYou went to the castle markets, and I to the sea-blue mountain—no matter how briefly we met, there was no disharmony.The earthly life of temples and cities has both black nights and bright days—since you think like me, no one should blame you for having my old monk’s face.Poetry of HyesimTranslated by: Ian HaightImage by: Anurag Agnihotri

portlandreview:

Replying to Chŏn, Serving in the 4th Grade of Government

You went to the castle markets, and I to the sea-blue mountain—

no matter how briefly we met, there was no disharmony.

The earthly life of temples and cities has both black nights and bright days—

since you think like me, no one should blame you for having my old monk’s face.



Poetry of Hyesim

Translated by: Ian Haight

Image by: Anurag Agnihotri

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