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Bed of Nails, Shirley Mellmann for Alexander McQueen, 1998

babyface

Sasha Vinogradova. Styles of Russian Folk Painting.

there was something cute about pre-2010 net culture, when it was still new and fun to be able to communicate with people around the world without commenting on how problematic they were.

being self-aware enough to realize you’re being irrational but still not being able to stop anything

who the fuck even thought wat anything above 10 °C is an okay temperature to live

tbh I’d love a horror-comedy about a retail worker accidentally becoming a ghost/demon hunter because they’re just so unfazed by difficult and weird and bellicose customers that evil entities aren’t much more of a challenge.

“sir or ma'am or neuter, I’m going to have to ask you to stop crawling on the ceiling, you’re disturbing the other residents”

“please leave this place before I call the exorcist to remove you from the premises”

“company policy forbids me from accepting power from customers in exchange for my soul or firstborn child”

“sir, if you keep speaking to me like that, I’m going to have to end this spirit board conversation. have a good day, goodbye”

Adolf Dietrich Abend am See 1939

USSR

Mugler Spring-Summer 2013