Winged Victory of Samothrace goes back into the Louvre
Missed it by a few weeks :(
10 hours ago • 1,635 notes
I want alcohol so strong, that it burns your name out of my throat.
2 days ago • 19,478 notes
Literally me right now in my dorm room.
2 days ago • 321,921 notes
i dont think i’ll ever stop reblogging this shit
2 days ago • 292,590 notes
Welcome to Night Vale’s proverbs, part 1.
3 days ago • 10,697 notes
Last year I abstained
4 days ago • 1,106 notes
this year I devour
which is also an art
SPOTLIGHT: Flora Borsi Blurs the Lines Between Reality and Art
"In this series called "IRÉEL" I mixed photographic elements with painting techniques. A hyperrealist painter aims to achieve a result which looks like a real photographic picture."
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Here’s to the security guards who maybe had a degree in another land. Here’s to the manicurist who had to leave her family to come here, painting the nails, scrubbing the feet of strangers. Here’s to the janitors who don’t even fucking understand English yet work hard despite it all. Here’s to the fast food workers who work hard to see their family smile. Here’s to the laundry man at the Marriott who told me with the sparkle in his eyes how he was an engineer in Peru. Here’s to the bus driver, the Turkish Sufi who almost danced when I quoted Rumi. Here’s to the harvesters who live in fear of being deported for coming here to open the road for their future generation. Here’s to the taxi drivers from Nigeria, Ghana, Egypt and India who gossip amongst themselves. Here is to them waking up at 4am, calling home to hear the voices of their loved ones. Here is to their children, to the children who despite it all become artists, writers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, activists and rebels. Here’s to Western Union and Money Gram. For never forgetting home. Here’s to their children who carry the heartbeats of their motherland and even in sleep, speak with pride about their fathers. Keep on.
6 days ago • 17,307 notes
Immigrants. First generation.