“One day, I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then, there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just go forward in all your beliefs and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine.”
“There are some corners of the universe which have bred the most terrible things. Things which act against everything we believe in. They must be fought.”
“A straight line may be the shortest distance between two points, but it is by no means the most interesting.”
“Answers are easy. It’s asking the right questions which is hard.”
“For some people, small, beautiful events is what life is all about!”
“Planets come and go. Stars perish. Matter disperses, coalesces, forms into other patterns, other worlds. Nothing can be eternal.”
“There are worlds out there where the sky is burning, and the sea’s asleep, and the rivers dream; people made of smoke and cities made of song. Somewhere there’s danger, somewhere there’s injustice, somewhere else the tea’s getting cold. Come on, Ace. We’ve got work to do.”
“I love humans. Always seeing patterns in things that aren’t there.”
“I’m the last of the Time Lords. They’re all gone. I’m the only survivor. I’m left travelling on my own, ‘cause there’s no one else.”
“Some people live more in twenty years than others do in eighty. It’s not the time that matters, it’s the person.”
“Good men don’t need rules. Today is not the day to find out why I have so many.”
-The Doctor(One quote for each incarnation)
“When you run with the Doctor, it feels like it’ll never end, but however hard you try you can’t run forever. Everybody knows that everybody dies and nobody knows it like the Doctor, but I do think that all the skies of all the worlds might just turn dark if he ever, for one moment, accepts it. Everybody knows that everybody dies, but not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair and the Doctor comes to call, everybody lives.”-Professor River Song
Note to self: Future Theater Monologue Material
Moth and the Flame - 1938
Nicola Samori (b. 1977). Italian.
Nicola Samori is fucking incredible. He works out of Italy, and he’s managed to nail the style of the Old Masters: his exhibitions contain everything from beautiful Baroque saints to Flemish still lifes — all painted now, in the modern era, in his studio. And that would be amazing in and of itself, but his work is so much more than simple reproduction. See, once he’s finished with a painting, or once he’s adapted one that’s been previously created, he takes a scalpel to it, a spatula, or a square of sandpaper, and begins to peel it apart. He flays painted skin right off his subjects’ bones.
Sometimes the “destruction” of the images asks the audience to think about what, exactly, the painting communicates when it’s whole. Other times it adds a strange level of corporeality to religious works, or gives portraits a darkly spiritual dimention they never had before.
He’s said in interviews that he views the layers of paint on the canvas as analogous to the muscle and tissue of the human body, and that by wearing it away, he changes the identity of the paintings themselves.
Dark and sometimes chilling as it is, I think his work is genuinely brilliant, and he’s one of my favorite living artists.
(Long story short, here’s his website, go check it out!)
reblogging these again because yes
@harry_styles: I slept on my shoulder, now my left arm is numb and is just hanging. It seems to be about 4 inches longer than my right. Cool.
An abandoned Atlanta school’s bathroom is slowly reclaimed by ivy and kudzu.
still better than hawaiis public beach bathrooms
kol mikaelson > 3.14 & 4.22 parallel.
Terry Richardson for Valentino Accessories F/W 2013
Tom Friedman - Untitled (1990)
“The artist writes his signature repeatedly for the life of a pen.”