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There are hummingbirds and they are on fire.

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Harry and the nipples fan interaction Toronto, Canada (06/16)  © @jaerie

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Some people still think he was talking to me because I was glued to Sean’s side. But he was talking to my friend Sean lol we were the crazy bitches in the GA pit

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— Rita Dove, from November for Beginners

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“Without tenderness, a man is uninteresting.”

— Marlene Dietrich

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“If we don’t make that bus stop–”

“We will.”

“But if we don’t… remember me.”

Kiss Me Deadly (1955) dir. Robert Aldrich

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Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque | by Antoine Hubert

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Stunning photos from Vogue of traditional Mexican women equestrian riders in the sport of Escaramuza (rodeo sport). Article by Mariel Cruz, Photos by Devin Doyle. 

Last year, photographer Devin Doyle, who’d spent two years photographing high school rodeo culture in the United States, became curious as to what the Mexican equivalent might look like. After all, he says, “It’s the same land, the same ranching culture.” What he found was an exciting competitive equestrian sport performed by women dressed in stunning traditional costumes, a sport directly inspired by the Adelitas—the female soldiers who fought in the Mexican Revolution.

Escaramuza, an event within the larger rodeo-like sport known as charrería (now recognized as Mexico’s national sport) is comprised of teams of up to 16 women (though only eight can compete at a time) performing a series of routines inside a lienzo charro, or stadium, at breakneck galloping speeds—all while riding sidesaddle.

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François Martin-Kavel  (French, 1861-1931)

Alexander Roslin (Swedish, 1718-1793)

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A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.

‘Go,’ she says. ‘He waits for you.’

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood, like a hundred golden urns pouring out the sun.

- The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

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