The Sound of Music (1965)

tumblr fucked me up so bad i kept expecting something ridiculous to happen at the end like a still of her telling the kids to go fuck themselves smh

Reblogged from WIL WHEATON dot TUMBLR


Salvador Dalí's WWII venereal disease prevention PSA poster – a fine addition to his extensive roster of lesser-known weird and wonderful side projects, ranging from an erotic cookbook to literary illustrations for Cervantes’s Don Quixote, Dante’s Divine Comedy, Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, and the essays of Montaigne to a cinematic collaboration with Walt Disney.

Reblogged from Dubious Reasoning


In The Mood For Love, 2000, Wong Kar-Wai

Reblogged from video days

Lesbian emojis, via Dangerous Minds.


Not yet.

I really enjoyed Anne Lamott’s post in reaction to Robin Williams’s death. It’s hopeful to try and find meaning in things that are too tragic for us to understand.

I called my Jesuit friend the day after the shootings in Newtown, stunned, flat, fixated, scared to death: “Is there any meaning in the deaths of twenty 5 and 6 year old children?”

Tom said, “Not yet.”

And there is no meaning in Robin’s death, except as it sheds light on our common humanity, as his life did. But I’ve learned that there can be meaning without things making sense.

Here is what is true: a third of the people you adore and admire in the world and in your families have severe mental illness and/or addiction. I sure do. I have both. And you still love me. You help hold me up. I try to help hold you up. Half of the people I love most have both; and so do most of the artists who have changed and redeemed me, given me life. Most of us are still here, healing slowly and imperfectly. Some days are way too long.

And I hate that, I want to say. I would much prefer that God have a magic wand, and not just a raggedy love army of helpers. Mr. Roger’s mother told him when he was a boy, and a tragedy was unfolding that seemed to defy meaning, “Look to the helpers.” That is the secret of life, for Robin’s family, for you and me.


Wu Tang is forever.