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donutsornonuts:

We are gathered here today because SOMEBODY *glares at coffin* couldn’t stay alive.

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thelilnan:

for “some reason” this post always gets circulated around the Fourth of July

whatever happy Fourth, nerds.

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unicornfan:

pitbull:

thejory:

unicornfan:

pitbull who is partying at 4:30 on a tuesday

Uhhh true fans of Mr 305pitbull talk some sense into this fool

The party never ends. Enjoy life #dale

dam…

unicornfan:

pitbull:

thejory:

unicornfan:

pitbull who is partying at 4:30 on a tuesday

Uhhh true fans of Mr 305
pitbull talk some sense into this fool

The party never ends. Enjoy life #dale

dam…

(via carry-on-my-wayward-butt)

berengia:

early 1880s, silk satin, French

berengia:

early 1880s, silk satin, French

(via asplendidaffair)

hedgehog-goulash7:

preludes-and-prufrock:

awwdish:

thestraggletag:

thestraggletag:

submariet:

VAN EYCK

I lost it at the end.

Okay, I had to check out the Van Eyck thing. I was a bit in denial because, come on, every single person can’t look like President Putin!

There are no words to describe how wrong I was.

Reblogging this for my art history class this semester

buwhahaha

The art historian in me had to reblog this.

(Source: cheekygeekymonkey, via beautifully-horrendous)

books0977:

In the Wings at the Opera House (1889). Jean-Georges Béraud (French, 1849-1935). Oil on canvas. Musee de la Ville de Paris, Musee Carnavalet, Paris.
Renowned for his visual preservation of Paris’ decadent Belle Époque era, artist Jean-George Béraud captured the daily life of the bon vivant. Here, gentlemen of means appear to have free access to the dancers backstage.

books0977:

In the Wings at the Opera House (1889). Jean-Georges Béraud (French, 1849-1935). Oil on canvas. Musee de la Ville de Paris, Musee Carnavalet, Paris.

Renowned for his visual preservation of Paris’ decadent Belle Époque era, artist Jean-George Béraud captured the daily life of the bon vivant. Here, gentlemen of means appear to have free access to the dancers backstage.

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contingent-dreams:

lunar-raspberry:

"And what do we say to death?""Not today."

"The fuck out my face"

contingent-dreams:

lunar-raspberry:

"And what do we say to death?"

"Not today."

"The fuck out my face"

(via happyhancit)