thequibblingking13:

rydenxo:

fresno nightcrawlers but one is wearing JNCO jeans and the other is wearing tripp pants

This post conjures such a specific image in my mind that i just had to draw it. I love u fresno nightcrawlers

obsessedbyneon:

Inspiration for Hollein:

MASTER POST: the Österreichische Verkehrsbüro, designed by Hans Hollein. Vienna, Austria. Once located on the Opernring. I tried to find it, but is was demolished. This won’t be the first time you’ll see this project. Last two images: inspiration.

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germanpostwarmodern:

Former Department Store of Konsumgenossenschaft (1929-32), today Max-Taut-Haus, in Berlin, Germany, by Max Taut & Franz Hoffmann

centuriespast:

Hans BALDUNG GRIEN
The Three Graces
c. 1540
Oil on wood, 151 x 61 cm
Museo del Prado, Madrid

scavengedluxury:

Rear of the panel house No. 59 - 61 Visegrádi street, Budapest, 1976. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.

giingocloll:

I got an old camcorder on ebay and it had a bunch of bear pictures and some videos already on it, here are some of my favorites

churchrummagesale:

Silent winter

professionalchaoticdumbass:

bedlamsbard:

mornington-the-crescent:

disgruntled-foreign-patriarch:

salmonella-destroyer-of-worlds:

Actual roman epitaph for a dog

humans are the same

I’ve seen this one doing the rounds a few times (and it makes me cry every time I see it), but was curious about the original Latin text, so I did some digging: it’s a shortened version of CIL 10, 00659, a tombstone from Salernum (modern Salerno, Italy). (source; CIL is the Corpus Inscriptionum Latinarum).

Portaui lacrimis madidus te, nostra catella,

     Quod feci lustris laetior ante tribus.

Ergo mihi, Patrice, iam non dabis oscula mille

     Nec poteris collo grata cubare meo.

Tristis marmorea posui te sede merentem

     Et iunxi semper manib(us) ipse meis

Morib(us) argutis hominem simulare paratam,

     Perdidimus quales hei mihi delicias.

Tu, dulcis Patrice, nostras attingere mensas

    Consueras, gremio poscere blanda cibos,

Lambere tu calicem lingua rapiente solebas,

     Quem tibi saepe meae sustinuere manus,

Accipere et lassum cauda gaudente frequenter

And here’s my translation:

Wet with tears I have carried you, our little (female) dog, just as I did in happier times fifteen years earlier (lit. “three periods of five years).  For myself, Patrice, now you will not give me a thousand kisses nor will you be able to lie lovingly around/against my neck.  I have sorrowfully placed you, merit-worthy, in a marble tomb and I have joined you always to myself in death, as by your cleverness you matched a human.  Alas, we lost such pleasures for myself!  You, sweet Patrice, were accustomed to join us at our table, to beg charmingly for food (while sitting in our) laps.  You were in the habit of greedily licking our cups with your tongue, which my hands often held for you.  Frequently and joyfully (you) receive a weary one with your (wagging) tail…

tl;dr: this dog was named Patrice and was very, very loved.  (another translation with some glossing of the text.)

fuckingfreud:

Postcards, ca. 1908 

everythingfox:

Squishy tail

ireonic:

doing normal stuff while listening to metal is so funny because I’m eating cereal and this guy is screaming at me

sacred-portal:

dipperthedestructor:

dipperthedestructor:

im the prettiest canary in this mine

what the fuck is that smell

hirkyy: