when i was a kid my grandpa was a great depression survivor and he wouldn't waste ANY amount of food so he taught me i had to eat the apple core and i started eating the whole apple in grade school and the kids called me horse boy
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Enrique Simonet Lombardo (Spanish, 1866-1923)
Fuente del parque del Retiro
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artist at work :)
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ill figure it out <- common utterance of a girl who is completely fucked
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the vibe im going for this winter
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me when im in an Area
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But hey, things happen
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Hence the invention of the Porch
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“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one’s very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”
— George Eliot, letter to Miss Lewis, Oct. 1, 1841. From George Eliot’s Life, as Related in Her Letters and Journals
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October interior - Fairfield Porter, 1963.
American , 1907-1975
Oil on canvas , 56 x 72 in.
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im at th parking lot attacking people with chains & scythes & shit
Very unprofessional behavior from a journalist
its my day off
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variations on a theme by elizabeth bishop, john murillo
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