duhdoydorothy:

whose bathroom is this?

why is this not my bathroom?

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buffalo-divine-eden-no7:

 Kent Monkman"Daniel Boone’s First View of the Kentucky Valley"

buffalo-divine-eden-no7:

 Kent Monkman
"Daniel Boone’s First View of the Kentucky Valley"

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“Art is a way of survival.”

Yoko Ono (via cosmicspread)

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Mon oncle d’amerique (Alain Resnais, 1980)

Mon oncle d’amerique (Alain Resnais, 1980)

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paintdeath:

Tracey Emin

paintdeath:

Tracey Emin

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“Here he stood. Here he sat. Here he knelt. Here he lay. Here he moved, to and fro, from the door to the window, from the window to the door; from the window to the door, from the door to the window; from the fire to the bed, from the bed to the fire; from the bed to the fire, from the fire to the bed; from the door to the fire, from the fire to the door; from the fire to the door, from the door to the fire; from the window to the bed, from the bed to the window; from the bed to the window, from the window to the bed; from the fire to the window, from the window to the fire; from the window to the fire, from the fire to the window; from the bed to the door, from the door to the bed; from the door to the bed, from the bed to the door; from the door to the window, from the window to the fire; from the fire to the window, from the window to the door; from the window to the door, from the door to the bed; from the bed to the door, from the door to the window; from the fire to the bed, from the bed to the window; from the window to the bed, from the bed to the fire; from the bed to the fire, from the fire to the door; from the door to the fire, from the fire to the bed; from the door to the window, from the window to the bed; from the bed to the window, from the window to the door; from the window to the door, from the door to the fire; from the fire to the door, from the door to the window; from the fire to the bed, from the bed to the door; from the door to the bed, from the bed to the fire; from the bed to the fire, from the fire to the window; from the window to the fire, from the fire to the bed; from the door to the fire, from the fire to the window; from the window to the fire, from the fire to the door; from the window to the bed, from the bed to the door; from the door to the bed, from the bed to the window; from the fire to the window, from the window to the bed; from the bed to the window, from the window to the fire; from the bed to the door, from the door to the fire; from the fire to the door, from the door to the bed. This room was furnished solidly and with taste.”

Samuel Beckett, “Watt” (via amospoe)