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tadmad:

Come Back, Dr. Caligari by Donald Barthelme

tadmad:

Come Back, Dr. Caligari by Donald Barthelme

rlbrody:

Thus is probably one of my all-time favorite calming brits posts.

rlbrody:

Thus is probably one of my all-time favorite calming brits posts.

The Wizard of Oz (1939)

fashionsfromhistory:

Costume Sketch for Audrey Hepburn in “Sabrina”
Edith Head
1954
Julien’s Live

fashionsfromhistory:

Costume Sketch for Audrey Hepburn in “Sabrina”

Edith Head

1954

Julien’s Live

castielsfear:

Bruce Wayne watched both of his parents die.

Tony Stark has heart problems and anxiety.

Peter Parker saw his uncle being murdered.

Steve Rogers lost his best friend.

Bruce Banner attempted suicide.

If they can save the world, you can get through this day.

Never stop fighting.

rlbrody:

Lololol

rlbrody:

Lololol

blackpicture:

Evelyn Hofer
The Mall. London (1962)

blackpicture:

Evelyn Hofer
The Mall. London (1962)

Do not wait; the time will never be “just right.” Start where you stand, and work with whatever tools you may have at your command, and better tools will be found as you go along.
Napoleon Hill (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
freshgypsy:

“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: 
A human creature born abnormally, inhumanely sensitive. 
To them… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create — so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, their very breath is cut off… They must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency they are not really alive unless they are creating.” 
~ Pearl Buck
(Cy Twombley’s desk)

freshgypsy:

“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this:

A human creature born abnormally, inhumanely sensitive.

To them… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create — so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, their very breath is cut off… They must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency they are not really alive unless they are creating.”

~ Pearl Buck

(Cy Twombley’s desk)