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Sep 21, 2014 / 197 notes

momo-de-avis:

Left: Edgar Degas, In a Café (L’Absinthe), 1875–1876, Oil on canvas, 36¼ x 27 inches; Musée d’Orsay, Paris. Right:Pablo Picasso, Portrait of Sebastià Junyer i Vidal, 1903, Oil on canvas, 49-3/4 x 37 inches; Los Angeles County Museum of Art.

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basedheisenberg:

Being drunk does not excuse cheating.

Being drunk does not excuse rape.

Being drunk does not excuse being an asshole.

Being drunk does not excuse shitty and destructive behavior.

Being drunk is not an excuse.

Control yourself or don’t drink.

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Sep 20, 2014 / 138 notes

Summer with Monika (1953)

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markusbones:

If you look at the world and say “Yes, there are enough homes for people, yes, there is enough food for people, but if we give it away for free they won’t have earned it and the economy will collapse.” Then you have chosen money (a constructed medium of exchange) over living beings who only want to continue living in peace and safety.

And I have no qualms telling you, that is the wrong choice, and you have been brainwashed by this destructive, exploitative system.

capitalism 😔

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rootsthatclutch:

In Brueghel’s panorama of smoke and slaughter 
Two people only are blind to the carrion army:
He, afloat in the sea of her blue satin 
Skirts, sings in the direction 
Of her bare shoulder, while she bends, 
Fingering a leaflet of music, over him,
Both of them deaf to the fiddle in the hands 
Of the death’s-head shadowing their song. 
These Flemish lovers flourish; not for long. 

Yet desolation, stalled in paint, spares the little country
Foolish, delicate, in the lower right-hand corner. 

(Two Views of a Cadaver Room
Sylvia Plath) 

The Triumph of Death 1562
Pieter Breughel the Elder 
Oil on panel
Sep 20, 2014 / 5 notes

rootsthatclutch:

In Brueghel’s panorama of smoke and slaughter
Two people only are blind to the carrion army:
He, afloat in the sea of her blue satin
Skirts, sings in the direction
Of her bare shoulder, while she bends,
Fingering a leaflet of music, over him,
Both of them deaf to the fiddle in the hands
Of the death’s-head shadowing their song.
These Flemish lovers flourish; not for long.

Yet desolation, stalled in paint, spares the little country
Foolish, delicate, in the lower right-hand corner.

(Two Views of a Cadaver Room
Sylvia Plath)

The Triumph of Death 1562
Pieter Breughel the Elder
Oil on panel

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Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
The Tempest (Act I Scene II)
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