parlefeu:

marblefacade:

Never Ending List of Favorite Painters: Konstantin Razumov

Born in 1974, Russian painter Konstantin Razumov attended Ilya Glazounov’s Academy where he specialized in history painting. He remains true to the impressionism of the late 19th century. His subjects are normally young women, being characterized by their vibrant colors and sensuality.

I have such an incredible amount of love for impressionism. I’m glad to have seen a new artist! 

I am super attractive ahahhahahahaahahaa

Track Title: I Dreamed A Dream

Artist: Anne Hathaway

Album: Les Misérables: Highlights from the Motion Picture Soundtrack

miserablesles:

I Dreamed a Dream - sung by Anne Hathaway from the Highlights Soundtrack.

baconeggsterminator:

tetraghost:

one of the problems with the way k-12 education works rn is that?? not only is there the thing where not all intelligent kids are Good Students with Good Grades and Potential, the kids who do end up as Good Students tend to also be high-stress kids with…

Track Title: Rebecca Black's 'Friday' and Nyan Cat played on piano simultaneously

Artist: Lara

bobafettuccine:

Rebecca Black’s ‘Friday’ and Nyan Cat played on piano simultaneously

In which two negatives result in a positive.

drunkenfist:

out of all the homestuck fanart I’ve made, this is the one I like the most, honorably made on mspaint

scarlett johansson for dolce and gabbana, the one

imrestoringbalancetotheuniverse:

a-wild-moriarty-appeared-and:

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cumberbitchsandwich:

*casually reblogging for the 50th time*

…oh my God. Who worked this magic? I must know.

Omg that is freaking awesome

If someone asks me what I want to do when I grow up and get a job, this is what I’m going to say.

I’m going to tell them that I want to meet somebody. Somebody who I think is completely wonderful, just for me. They’re not perfect, but who is? And I love them. I’d do anything for them. I’d die for them. And then I realize that they’re not as wonderful as I thought. They’re not for me. And it’s going to kill me, but I’ll break up with them. And I’ll feel better, but still as though I’ll never find anyone. And I’m going to move through my life feeling that way until one day, I meet somebody. And that somebody won’t be as completely wonderful as the first person; they might not seem just for me. But I’d be wrong. They’re going to be the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I would do anything for them. And if I’m lucky, I’ll get to stay with that person for a long time.

That’s what I want to do when I grow up.