1. this is miyazaki rain, which means that every frame was hand-drawn.

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  2. fleurdulys:

    Starry Night - Edvard Munch


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  3. autarque:

    Salvador Dali, Happenings, Jonas Mekas

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  4. nickdrake:


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  5. (Source: johnnythehorse, via mudwerks)


  6. nevver:

    Blue Monday, Sally Gall

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  7. whataboutbobbed:

    feeling crabby, April 11, 1936

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  8. "My soul comes from better worlds and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars."
    — Nikos Kazantzakis (via loveage-moondream)

    (Source: awakenedvibrations, via hoodoothatvoodoo)




  11. unseenpowerofthepicketfence:

    Heartattack and Vine - Tom Waits

    Liar, liar with your pants on fire…’

    A turning point in several ways. While the album of the same name is plush with cinematic ballads the title track is a newer Waits in embryo, the voice harsh, the world nightmarish, the boho romanticism stripped away to reveal streets so bad drunks are evil incarnate, madness stalks heroin-junkies, under-age girls are ripe for exploitation, and all in all you’d be better off in Iowa. A real comedown song. The liar with his pants on fire may well be Waits himself, watching his romantic identification with this Bukowskian world come up short. Musically it’s hard-edged blues, a sour swagger through hell with Howlin’ Wolf and Captain Beefheart. Live on that year’s European tour he’s released from the drunken troubadour pose, suddenly he’s a contorted hipster, a yowling hepcat, all cubist angles and Bob Fosse hands. Soon Swordfishtrombones and Rainbirds would grow from this poisoned acorn.

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  12. kvetchlandia:

    Harry Benson     R. Crumb on the Subway, New York City     1968

    "My generation comes from a world that has been molded by crass TV programs, movies, comic books, popular music, advertisements and commercials. My brain is a huge garbage dump of all this stuff and it is this, mainly, that my work comes out of, for better or for worse. I hope that whatever synthesis I make of all this crap contains something worthwhile, that it’s something other than just more smarmy entertainment—or at least, that it’s genuine high quality entertainment. I also hope that perhaps it’s revealing of something, maybe. On the other hand, I want to avoid becoming pretentious in the eagerness to give my work deep meanings! I have an enormous ego and must resist the urge to come on like a know-it-all. Some of the imagery in my work is sorta scary because I’m basically a fearful, pessimistic person. I’m always seeing the predatory nature of the universe, which can harm you or kill you very easily and very quickly, no matter how well you watch your step. The way I see it, we are all just so much chopped liver. We have this great gift of human intelligence to help us pick our way through this treacherous tangle, but unfortunately we don’t seem to value it very much. Most of us are not brought up in environments that encourage us to appreciate and cultivate our intelligence. To me, human society appears mostly to be a living nightmare of ignorant, depraved behavior. We’re all depraved, me included. I can’t help it if my work reflects this sordid view of the world. Also, I feel that I have to counteract all the lame, hero-worshipping crap that is dished out by the mass-media in a never-ending deluge." R. Crumb

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  13. phdonohue:

    dot’s diner, bisbee, arizona

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  15. shihlun:

    William Eggleston

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