jumblepusher:

Cecil Beaton. “Paula Gellibrand, the Marquesa de Casa Maury”. 1928. London, England, UK. (Paula Gellibrand).

Photographer Marianne Kjølner snapped this pair of photographs of a bizarre tree in Denmark. Of the photo she says: “This old pink house is situated at the old dunes, a few hundred meters from the west coast, a very windy place were there isn’t much that can grow. So the tree can only grow where it has shelter.”

(via captainofalltheships)

inspirewerft:

Martin Kimbell

booooooom:

tastefullyoffensive:

Men With Fabulous Flower Beards [boredpanda]

Previously: Guys With Fancy Female Hairstyles

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jumblepusher:

Martin Parr. “Common Sense: Untitled (Woman’s Hand with Cigarette)”. 1997. Benidorm, Spain.

oregonfairy:

humans-of-pdx:

"This is my first cabbage! You know, a lot of times they’re kind of soft, but this one is sold! It’s going to be good eatin’!" 
"What are you going to make with it?"
"Well, this one I’m giving to my parents. You have to give the first one away or you just spoil the whole spirit of gardening."

omg she’s adorable

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jumblepusher:

Andreas Gursky. “Pyongyang IV”. 2007. Pyongyang, North Korea.

jumblepusher:

Mary Ellen Mark. “Twins: Walter and David Oliver, 65 years old, Walter older by 8 minutes, Twins Days Festival (Mary Ellen: Walter has bigger ears? Walter Oliver: I do. David Oliver: Do you know why he’s got bigger ears? He was playing with them when he was a little kid. He used to fondle his ears all the time! Mary Ellen: Why don’t you think you married? David Oliver: Because girls have ignored us. Walter Oliver: More or less. David Oliver: More or less, they’ve ignored us all our life. We weren’t together always. I went to college for three years, and I dated four-five-six girls, but none of them were interested in me at all—even in 1960. And 1960 was the last year I dated a girl. Mary Ellen: You haven’t dated a girl since 1960? David Oliver: No. Maybe in ‘63, one. Mary Ellen: And how about you, Walter? Walter Oliver: Zero.)”. 2001. Twinsburg, OH, USA.

jumblepusher:

Jacques Henri Lartigue. “Losers at the races at Auteuil”. 1911. Paris, France.

humansofnewyork:

"I was going to one of my first exams, and suddenly there was a bombing. In downtown Damascus! I couldn’t believe it! I didn’t think this was possible. Windows were broken everywhere, and there were people on the ground, and the sounds of ambulances. Then over the next few weeks, everything changed. The taxis in the streets were replaced by tanks. You no longer knew who was your friend and who was your enemy. Suddenly you could be killed, and nobody would ask why. Before war, you have rights. People will ask why you were killed. When war comes, nobody asks why you were killed anymore." (Erbil, Iraq)

necturusmaculosus:

busket:

stunningpicture:

Perfectly timed wedding photo

so she’s marrying a shark in disguise right

when will my reflection show

who i am

inside

thetigerbeat:

British woman Harnaam Kaur started growing facial hair at 16 as a side effect of polycystic ovary syndrome. She tried waxing, shaving and bleaching before being baptised a Sikh, which forbids the cutting of body hair. Photograph: Brock Elbank/Barcroft Media

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humansofnewyork:

"At the end of my senior year, I took some advanced level entry exams from Cambridge University. They are very difficult and very important. When the exam scores came in, my friend called me and told me that the principal was looking for me. My father was sitting next to me. He saw my face and asked me what was wrong. ‘I think I did very poorly,’ I told him. ‘Because the principal is looking for me.’ He told me that he would come to her office with me to support me. When we got there, there was a huge line of students waiting to get their scores, but the principal called me in. She told me I was one of three students in the school to get all A’s. My father was so nervous when I came out, and when I told him, he hugged me so hard that I could tell he was trying not to cry. He was so happy, he took all the money out of his wallet, handed it to the security guard, and told him to pass it out to everyone in line. It was the happiest moment of my life."

humansofnewyork:

"I’ve been a deep believer my whole life. 18 years as a Southern Baptist. More than 40 years as a mainline Protestant. I’m an ordained pastor. But it’s just stopped making sense to me. You see people doing terrible things in the name of religion, and you think: ‘Those people believe just as strongly as I do. They’re just as convinced as I am.’ And it just doesn’t make sense anymore. It doesn’t make sense to believe in a God that dabbles in people’s lives. If a plane crashes, and one person survives, everyone thanks God. They say: ‘God had a purpose for that person. God saved her for a reason!’ Do we not realize how cruel that is? Do we not realize how cruel it is to say that if God had a purpose for that person, he also had a purpose in killing everyone else on that plane? And a purpose in starving millions of children? A purpose in slavery and genocide? For every time you say that there’s a purpose behind one person’s success, you invalidate billions of people. You say there is a purpose to their suffering. And that’s just cruel."

(via sugarbooty)