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salvadordali-art:

Shirley Temple, 1939
Salvador Dali

Get it, Shirley.

salvadordali-art:

Shirley Temple, 1939

Salvador Dali

Get it, Shirley.

(via imsorrysharontate)

patrickjoust:

untitled on Flickr.
Via Flickr: Lipca Rollop Automatic 2.8 Fujichrome Provia 100F

patrickjoust:

untitled on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Lipca Rollop Automatic 2.8

Fujichrome Provia 100F

(via xgrayvision)

blastedheath:

John Luke (Irish, 1906-1975), Judith and Holofernes. Oil on board. National Museums of Northern Ireland.

blastedheath:

John Luke (Irish, 1906-1975), Judith and Holofernes. Oil on board. National Museums of Northern Ireland.

(via imsorrysharontate)

Everyone should have a museum dedicated to the worst day of their life and be forced to attend it with a bunch of tourists from Denmark. Annotated divorce papers blown up and mounted, interactive exhibits detailing how your mom’s last round of chemo didn’t take, souvenir T-shirts emblazoned with your best friend’s last words before the car crash. And you should have to see for yourself how little your pain matters to a family of five who need to get some food before the kids melt down. Or maybe worse, watch it be co-opted by people who want, for whatever reason, to feel that connection so acutely.

(Source: 144c, via xgrayvision)

salvadordali-art:

Shirley Temple, 1939
Salvador Dali

Get it, Shirley.

salvadordali-art:

Shirley Temple, 1939

Salvador Dali

Get it, Shirley.

(via imsorrysharontate)

patrickjoust:

untitled on Flickr.
Via Flickr: Lipca Rollop Automatic 2.8 Fujichrome Provia 100F

patrickjoust:

untitled on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Lipca Rollop Automatic 2.8

Fujichrome Provia 100F

(via xgrayvision)

blastedheath:

John Luke (Irish, 1906-1975), Judith and Holofernes. Oil on board. National Museums of Northern Ireland.

blastedheath:

John Luke (Irish, 1906-1975), Judith and Holofernes. Oil on board. National Museums of Northern Ireland.

(via imsorrysharontate)

Everyone should have a museum dedicated to the worst day of their life and be forced to attend it with a bunch of tourists from Denmark. Annotated divorce papers blown up and mounted, interactive exhibits detailing how your mom’s last round of chemo didn’t take, souvenir T-shirts emblazoned with your best friend’s last words before the car crash. And you should have to see for yourself how little your pain matters to a family of five who need to get some food before the kids melt down. Or maybe worse, watch it be co-opted by people who want, for whatever reason, to feel that connection so acutely.
"Everyone should have a museum dedicated to the worst day of their life and be forced to attend it with a bunch of tourists from Denmark. Annotated divorce papers blown up and mounted, interactive exhibits detailing how your mom’s last round of chemo didn’t take, souvenir T-shirts emblazoned with your best friend’s last words before the car crash. And you should have to see for yourself how little your pain matters to a family of five who need to get some food before the kids melt down. Or maybe worse, watch it be co-opted by people who want, for whatever reason, to feel that connection so acutely."

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