You’re a ghost. A fucking tragedy. Everything you touch, everything that touches you, dies.
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Herbert James Draper - The Lament for Icarus (1898)
That time when Zachary Quinto, Chris Pine, Simon Pegg and Benedict Cumberbatch had a “guy’s night out” during the filming of Star Trek Into Darkness and documented the entire experience on Twitter.
I’m from Russia and I’m ashamed of it.
The gouvernement of my country passed a law 6.13.1.
The law which prohibits everyone from talking about homosexuality.
The law which makes teenage homosexuals illegal. Non-existent, ‘404’.
The law which legalizes bullying.
Please take a moment to sign the petition against this abominable law.
Russian LGBT community needs your help.
Help get to 1,000,000.
“some historians think that michelangelo was drawing god in a human brain. very few people knew what one looked like at the time; but michelangelo had dissected cadavers and would have known. it even has the hint of a brain stem. if true this would have been a great “fuck you” to the pope whom he was not friendly with but also would have meant god was in a human brain, or created by man.”
also michelangelo painted a baby angel flipping off the pope
the blond one, you see his right hand? that’s called the fig and it’s an old world european gesture for ‘fuck you” because apparently Pope Juluis II was a total raging asshole and everyone hated him
but nobody ever noticed this little fucker because the ceiling was so high
and then thirty years later they called michelangelo back to paint the wall behind the altar and he wasted no time in painting the gates of hell behind the pope’s chair
what a badass
It amuses me to this day how much Michelangelo hated his job
He was like the Renaissance Robert Pattinson
Nina Katchadourian - Sorted Books
“I suddenly recalled a moment in the university library when, looking for a book, I had turned my head sideways as I walked down the stacks and thought how spectacular it would be if all the titles formed an accidental sentence when read one after the other in a long chain. Standing amidst the bookshelves in Half Moon Bay, my next move was simply to make this imaginary accident real. I spent days shifting and arranging books, composing them so that their titles formed short sentences. The exercise was intimate, like a form of portraiture, and it felt important that the books I selected should function as a cross section of the larger collection.”