the truth inside the lie

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showstudio: ‘Pulp Fiction’, Uma Thurman as Mia Wallace...

Tue, 21 May 2013 21:10:18 -0400

showstudio:

‘Pulp Fiction’, Uma Thurman as Mia Wallace directed by Quentin Tarantino, 1994

sullenmoons: Aleksandr Kosteckij

Tue, 21 May 2013 21:08:46 -0400

sullenmoons:

Aleksandr Kosteckij

wanisin: Pol Ledent

Tue, 21 May 2013 21:07:07 -0400

wanisin:

Pol Ledent

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The Bates house in Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho (1960) was largely...

Fri, 03 May 2013 22:24:47 -0400

The Bates house in Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho (1960) was largely modeled on an oil painting at the Museum of Modern Art in New York City. The canvas is called “House by the Railroad” and was painted in 1925 by American iconic artist Edward Hopper. The architectural details, viewpoint and austere sky is almost identical as seen in the film.

girlswillbeboys: last five weeks

Fri, 03 May 2013 22:23:09 -0400

girlswillbeboys:

last five weeks

"Nothing in the world can bother you as much as your own mind, I tell you. In fact, others seem to be..."

Thu, 02 May 2013 18:05:21 -0400

“Nothing in the world can bother you as much as your own mind, I tell you. In fact, others seem to be bothering you, but it is not others, it is your own mind.”

- Sri Sri Ravi Shankar (via sandysays)

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daisy-dicks: eastcoastalvibes: amazing texture Must’ve taken...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 22:34:23 -0400

daisy-dicks:

eastcoastalvibes:

amazing texture

Must’ve taken foreeeever to dry…

"For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re..."

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 18:54:39 -0400

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.”

- F. Scott Fitzgerald (via bityybity)

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oncealoyallover: By Clare Grill

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 18:47:23 -0400

oncealoyallover:

By Clare Grill

glitterferns: Bhagvati Nath, India

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 18:46:33 -0400

glitterferns:

Bhagvati Nath, India

olosta: The last days of sunshine, by Martin Munkacsi ca 1929

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 18:46:13 -0400

olosta:

The last days of sunshine, by Martin Munkacsi ca 1929

phoneasmedium: Tom Pregiato

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 18:45:11 -0400

phoneasmedium:

Tom Pregiato

"I had an auto-repair man once, who, on these intelligence tests, could not possibly have scored more..."

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 18:43:38 -0400

“I had an auto-repair man once, who, on these intelligence tests, could not possibly have scored more than 80, by my estimate. I always took it for granted that I was far more intelligent than he was. Yet, when anything went wrong with my car I hastened to him with it, watched him anxiously as he explored its vitals, and listened to his pronouncements as though they were divine oracles - and he always fixed my car.
Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man devised questions for an intelligence test. Or suppose a carpenter did, or a farmer, or, indeed, almost anyone but an academician. By every one of those tests, I’d prove myself a moron, and I’d be a moron, too. In a world where I could not use my academic training and my verbal talents but had to do something intricate or hard, working with my hands, I would do poorly. My intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the society I live in and of the fact that a small subsection of that society has managed to foist itself on the rest as an arbiter of such matters.
Consider my auto-repair man, again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me. One time he raised his head from under the automobile hood to say: “Doc, a deaf-and-mute guy went into a hardware store to ask for some nails. He put two fingers together on the counter and made hammering motions with the other hand. The clerk brought him a hammer. He shook his head and pointed to the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk brought him nails. He picked out the sizes he wanted, and left. Well, doc, the next guy who came in was a blind man. He wanted scissors. How do you suppose he asked for them?”
Indulgently, I lifted my right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers. Whereupon my auto-repair man laughed raucously and said, “Why, you dumb jerk, He used his voice and asked for them.” Then he said smugly, “I’ve been trying that on all my customers today.” “Did you catch many?” I asked. “Quite a few,” he said, “but I knew for sure I’d catch you.” “Why is that?” I asked. “Because you’re so goddamned educated, doc, I knew you couldn’t be very smart.””

- Isaac Asimov (via skinnybaras)