For ivanttobealone

extranuance:

Simon of the Desert (1965)

hoodoothatvoodoo:

Miss Dior by René Gruau for Parfums Christian Dior, 1983

The only woman who matters is Miss Dior

accidentalformalist:

Francis Alÿs

The Nightwatch

Surveillance cameras observe a fox exploring the Tudor and Georgian rooms of the National Portrait Gallery at night.

Meet my new spirit animal

punkrockmuffinatrix:

lord-kitschener:

Seriously, why do you endure all these weird-as-fuck spammings?

The kiss of death.

This astonishing sculpture forms part of Barcelona’s Poblenou Cemetery.  The Kiss of Death (El Petó de la Mort in Catalan and El beso de la muerte in Spanish) dates back to 1930. A winged skeleton bestows a kiss on the lips of a handsome young man: is it ecstasy on his face or resignation? Little wonder the sculpture elicits strong and varying responses from whoever gazes upon it.

Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me

carlosadama:

:_(

For smilingxcat, commence your sobbing