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Origami Around
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Cosmic Funnies
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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Show & Tell
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Jules of Nature
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utena is a gothic fairytale in an evil boarding school with all the themes that entails. All of them. But fundamentally it was also the 90s which means the whole thing is lit like the inside of a taco bell from 30 years ago and utena wears things like this
Great eared nightjar
this is a dragon
How is it possible for an animal to resemble a bird, a mammal, and a reptile simultaneously?
Those ARE great ears.
naruto’s silence on abortion is deafening
Michelle Condrat - A Colorful Afternoon, 2026 - Oil on board
Im enjoying the longevity of tumblrs recontextualization style of humor. a seemingly innocuous post followed by like "posts that a gnome would make" or like "are you a phone"
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I love this post
The horse thinks as it scratches an itch
yuri and yaoi are some of the best, most sacred things in the entire world
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yuri and yaoi and whale shark are some of the best, most sacred things in the entire world
Whale shark detected! Yippie
Thank you fish :3
When you follow aesthetic/fandom blogs but also social issue blogs
Pokemon Heritage Post
why were the pmmm buildings Like That
ok yeah fair enough
If I see another video along the lines of 'wow that wacky Soviet Union made these ornate bus stations for no reason, totally unnecessary, what a bizarre fact of history!' I'm going to start killing the hostages
God forbid art exist in public for free, God forbid people get to see art in public for free in their day to day lives, God forbid a bus stop be more than a rectangle plastered in fucking advertising, fuck
This is why graffiti art rules by the way. Take back our spaces, our walls, make them the canvases of the people.
✨️ Twinkle twinkle little star, how the hell you draw an arm ✨️
most beautiful instagram account
your friend brett in 2003: “hey guys! ready for a deathmatch round in blood gulch?”
you and your two other friends who found a glowing crystal in the back of your house that gave you a prophetic glimpse into the future where the three of you live successful lives but only if brett dies following a series of finely-connected events that begin with him winning a round of deathmatch on blood gulch: “yeah brett you’re on”
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original image from the magazine:
Found a scan of this issue on the Internet Archive (it's the back cover). This scan is 4000x6000 for all your high resolution needs!
La Domenica Del Corriere v60 n29 July 20 1958, Milan, Italy, 36 pages, 40 lira.Front and rear covers by Walter Molino.
The caption reads: "Defeated by roses. Near Turin's Lingotto station, along a lonely path, Miss Guida Concetta Rinino, 28 years old, who was bringing a nice bunch of roses to a relative, was accosted by an unknown young man. The young woman, rather than losing heart, defended herself with extraordinary energy, using the bunch of flowers as a weapon. So it was that the scoundrel, his face all scratched up, had to flee. (Drawing by Walter Molino.)"
Incredible. At a distance I understand how the woman might appear to be the abuser and the man the sympathetic victim, but the second you zoom into the man’s face the pink-cheeked rage- not remorse, or rejection, or embarrassment- not heartbreak or despair- but RAGE- the deeper story speaks itself into your suspicions.
And the bit where they’re HER roses? Almost a relief, but also sadder, as she will arrive at whatever event without them, or with them destroyed.
Do you think when the righteous anger and anxiety and annoyance fade, when she arrives at her destination- will her loved ones applaud her? Will she be proud? Will her hands shake? Will she walk home with company from then out, and for how long?
In this moment, she is provoked into anger. Anger is good- it appears strong. But look at his face. Would you put it past him to linger there after dark, in case she returns alone?
What story will HE tell, of ‘I was perfectly polite, but she didn’t even give me a chance- women like that, they’d swoon for a jerk in a heartbeat, but kind and flattering men like me?…”
I love this piece. It paints both stories while illustrating the power dynamics and struggles at play. This should be shown in art classes
