I feel so incredibly unwell. I desperately want to go home. :( but since I’m part time I don’t get sick time and thusly can’t afford to stay home when I’m sick. This is wonderful
i got really happy about this and then i was like “this dog is probably dead” and now i am crying
There’s hope, apparently.
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wait a minute this isn’t my homework
this is tumblr
how did this happen
An 8-year-old boy in Illinois won $1,000 in a summer-long scavenger hunt and immediately donated the money to his 2-year-old neighbor to help fund her chemotherapy. Source
A French company is coming up with a windowless jet concept.
The idea is to enhance the view by filming the exterior environment and putting it on the inside of the cabin. It would also be possible to put other things on the screens, such as a movie.
I made the gifs from this video
Here is an article about it
These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.
And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart.
Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand.
Sculpture by Kate Macdowell