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Wes Anderson // Centered, A Visual Exploration of the Director’s Perfect Symmetry in Films

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Cities are smells: Acre is the smell of iodine and spices. Haifa is the smell of pine and wrinkled sheets. Moscow is the smell of vodka on ice. Cairo is the smell of mango and ginger. Beirut is the smell of the sun, sea, smoke, and lemons. Paris is the smell of fresh bread, cheese, and derivations of enchantment. Damascus is the smell of jasmine and dried fruit. Tunis is the smell of night musk and salt. Rabat is the smell of henna, incense and honey. A city that cannot be known by its smell is unreliable. Exiles have a shared smell: the smell of longing for something else; a smell that remembers another smell. A painting, nostalgic that guides you, like a worn tourist map, to the smell of the original place. A smell is a memory and a setting sun. Sunset, here, is beauty rebuking the stranger.

But to love the sunset is not, as they say, one of the attributes of exile.

Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence (via artctic-monkeys)

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The Art of Spirited Away

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annaprocrastinates:

Aaron Paul and Bryan Cranston dressed as each other’s characters at a Breaking Bad cast party.

This is probably the best gif ever

oh my god

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Faber Castell’s 250 Year Anniversary (1761-2011) Art & Graphic Case
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Orgasmo.

porn.

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showslow:

The fantastic horses of Elena Shved

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Arthur Rackham.

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kkristoff:

I can’t begin to explain my love this picture.

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  • My mom: You've been in the same position since I left like three hours ago
  • Me: You have to admit that's kind of impressive