THE SOPRANOS Season 6 | Episode 6 "Live Free or Die"
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THE SOPRANOS Season 6 | Episode 6 "Live Free or Die"
The Vision, Kay Nielson
Papa Was A Rodeo // The Magnetic Fields
From Utagawa Hiroshige’s New Edition of Shadow Making series, 1853.
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Torso of a fertility goddess (yakshi) From the Great Stupa at Sanchi. Indian, Sunga period 25 B.C.–A.D. 25
Rabbit locomotion. Brehms Tierleben. Vol. 11. 1914.
Silent Hill 2 Concept Art by Takayoshi Sato
Teeth weak as fuck why can't you be like bones
Bones: with time I will mend this fracture stronger then ever. You were wise to put your faith in me.
Teeth: auuggh pleeasseee get this granule of sugar awaaayy from meee I am MELTING and BURNING nnnNNOOO you are cleaning me TOO HARD;! aaaiughh my fucking enamellll one billion cavities for you!!! Your sins against me are PERMANENT you SICK BITCH
would love to show ancient romans the sheer number of them that are portrayed by british people in shows about rome today. this would do psychic damage to cicero i think
Idk what you call that increasingly popular Billie Eilish style of female vocals, but it sends me into a pavlovian MKUltra style rage whenever I hear it. It's like someone's dumping codeine and molasses into my ears.
St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, May 20, 1908
i'm having so much fun
okay wow it gets. Way Worse.
Greatest poem of our time:
Prince and the queen die
World Trade, second plane
The original isn't bad
the author’s name is wright i can’t believe my eyes
I'm basically living in a hole, so any instance of outside light and warmth, even if only hinted at ages ago, occupies a strong place in my head. It can not be properly explained to the uninitiated, but it is real, powerful, and corrosive.
There's no explaining it. There’s no erasing it. There's no correcting it.
It just is, and it's a real bitch.