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osamah:

DONT BE SAD LOOK AT THIS DUCK INSTEAD

osamah:

DONT BE SAD LOOK AT THIS DUCK INSTEAD

haruchonns:

高橋真琴:美女と野獣
macoto takahashi:Beauty and the Beast


Lea Seydoux crying during the press conference for Blue is the Warmest Colour in Cannes

Lea Seydoux crying during the press conference for Blue is the Warmest Colour in Cannes

Florence + the Machine

Live at the Royal Albert Hall: 2012 [x]

wolfscat:

Florence + The Machine Live- What the Water Gave Me

And oh, poor Atlas
The world’s a beast of a burden
You’ve been holding on a long time

aikainkauna:

“Then I fell in love, properly in love, for the first time. She was a young actress, also playing extras, also studying at the Reinhardt School. She was very young, very lovely, and it was my first real romance. She lived outside Berlin, beyond a forest.After the show we would go to a cafe and drink coffee and look into each other’s eyes. I thought life held nothing greater, more poignant than those moments. Then I would take her home in the train and we would walk through the forest. Have you ever walked late at night through a forest when you are first in love? It was the Spring, the nights were tender and exquisite. We vowed we would love each other forever. I took her home, resented the parting, and had to walk back through the forest alone. That was in early 1914, that time so long ago, it seems, when the whole of Europe went up in flames.”
—Conrad Veidt on Lucie Mannheim

aikainkauna:

“Then I fell in love, properly in love, for the first time. She was a young actress, also playing extras, also studying at the Reinhardt School. She was very young, very lovely, and it was my first real romance. She lived outside Berlin, beyond a forest.

After the show we would go to a cafe and drink coffee and look into each other’s eyes. I thought life held nothing greater, more poignant than those moments. Then I would take her home in the train and we would walk through the forest. Have you ever walked late at night through a forest when you are first in love? It was the Spring, the nights were tender and exquisite. We vowed we would love each other forever. I took her home, resented the parting, and had to walk back through the forest alone. That was in early 1914, that time so long ago, it seems, when the whole of Europe went up in flames.”

—Conrad Veidt on Lucie Mannheim

pre-raphaelisme:

Joan of Arc by Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1863.

pre-raphaelisme:

Joan of Arc by Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1863.

knittingandbitching:

candlejack:

sandsibilings:

butt-fuzz:

wackalope:

wysteria-peacock:

My absolute favourite cat ever. This is a manul, or pallas cat. Found in the Afghan mountains, they’re one of the oldest pure-blood cousins of our own goggies.

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they look like fat balls of rage

I’m crying.

It’s so fluffy.