ween-bean:

pandavalkyrie:

chainsaw-to-the-heart:

piratical-princess:

I’ve just discovered my new favorite painter, Vittorio Reggianini - those smarter than myself probably already know of him as an Italian painter from the 1800s who made satin look even satiny-er than satin. I just cannot get over how much he loved painting women who were NOT. HAVING. A. MAN’S. SHIT. 

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But there was one hottie that everyone seemed to like, and I can’t blame them…

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Vittorio knows what the ladies like. 

I’m pretty sure that the women in the background of the third picture are looking at a “lewd” painting. They were sometimes kept by upper class homes in the 1800s. They were kept hidden behind a curtain and only viewed for *ahem* “recreational purposes”. So basically, those ladies are looking at porn while their friend blithely humours Bouffant McShinypants.

This dude was an art god at 2 things:

1. Satin

1. Ladies leaning on a chair making a “can you believe this shit?” face

and I’m here to admire both

This looks like the same group of ladies who are constantly chilling laughing at men I love it

relishboi:

hminteresting:

relishboi:

relishboi:

as the quality of everything in the world decreases, the quality of pictures of cats increases tenfold, and the rise has been exceptional for the past two years

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this picture literally is divine influence

The pharaohs daughter finding Moses at the riverbank

this reply completely knocked the wind out of me

365filmsbyauroranocte:

Harry Dean Stanton: Partly Fiction (Sophie Huber, 2012)

neurodivergentaf:

person: how are you?

me, not feeling any extreme pain or euphoria: i literally have no fuckin idea

protectcombeferre:

vampireapologist:

rainfallinhell:

vampireapologist:

I know I told this story before but last year I was having complications with a surgery and I just broke down in a public place and I was trying to gather myself, sitting and leaning on a wall when this girl in cowboy boots approached me and sat down and she asked what was wrong and I told her it was medical issues and she said “I understand, I have to have my foot amputated next week” and it shocked me out of crying and I was like “wow that sucks!” And she said “yeah.” And then she just touched my arm so tenderly and told me “I promise you that this problem will have its place, and everything is going to work out.” And the way she said it just made me really believe her. She said. “We’re just gonna have to cowgirl up.” And then she stood up and walked away and I’d call that a genuine encounter with an angel but the truth is there is a lot of goodness right here on earth in humanity and it’s shining and pure.

Okay but “this problem will have its place” is genuinely inspiring

THAT REALLY STRUCK ME because I’ve always hated the tired rhetoric of “this happened for a reason” and this feels like a more genuine, comforting take on that. Not “it happened for a reason,” but “this will find its spot in your life and your future that it fits into in a way that will eventually work out even though it sucks that it happened.” Love that.

We’re just gonna have to cowgirl up

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