Call me Benjamin Button one more time and I’ll make you turn the other cheek.
(submitted by Sarah Mercer)
Alright, I’m not saying that this baby is going down on a goat, but I’m not NOT saying it, either.
Listen, Rembrandt, I love you and all, but uh… that hand, man. That hand.
Master of Light and Shadow, sure. Master of Anatomy? Fuck no.
And lo, the God Child did turn his gaze upward, his neck craning, turning, rotating – the sound of dry twigs snapping, leathery skin pulled taunt around an unnatural, boney fulcrum — one rotation, two, three. A wheezing, short breath. Then nothing.
Quaiddddd… Start the reactorrrrr…
wow. such christ. very paint. awesom.
That moment when you realize the baby swaddled next to you has most definitely pooped himself. We’ve all been there.
The title fight at UFC 200 B.C.E. was epic, guys.
Whoa there, Mary, you might want to stick that Christ Cake back in the proverbial oven. I don’t think he’s quite finished yet.
HAIRLIP GOLLUM CHRIST.
Don’t worry, guys, I was a Caesarean section baby, and this is actually totally accurate.
(via discardingimages)
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“ Untitled, [Two Women Under a Tree], 1910 (Alice Boughton)
From Truth Beauty: Pictorialism and the Photograph as Art, 1845-1945, photos from the George Eastman House at the Phillips Collection, 2010. (Gallery here)
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Untitled, [Two Women Under a Tree], 1910 (Alice Boughton)
From Truth Beauty: Pictorialism and the Photograph as Art, 1845-1945, photos from the George Eastman House at the Phillips Collection, 2010. (Gallery here)
