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tennozan:

A Type 99 bomber recovered after the attack on Pearl harbor.

imsoconfusedrightnow:

iruetheday:

mother of han solo on a pony!

hello, Ben :) you’re so sweet i would die of diabetes.

and uh, japanese schoolgirls in the background, with socks and all. i wonder if tentacles are around.

It was a spur-of-the-moment-thing. I felt really awkward taking the photo and then a wizened Japanese gent saw me doing it and offered to take it for me but I already had the photo so he just took a photo of me standing there, it was a bit weird. I’m most intrigued as to why this building holds such importance for you, but if it’s untoward of me to ask… Also yeah there are so many high-besock’d Japanese schoolgirls around, and they always seem so shocked to see a non-Japanese person in their midst.

it’s not the building that is important, of course, but the idea, hehe :3 since you got into my good graces for the next century and there’s, surprisingly, nothing morally dubious about this story..

the first time i saw the temple was in an old holographic picture in our country-house. i did not know what it was then. the second acquaintance was through a novel ‘the temple of the golden pavilion’ by yukio mishima, which is great by itself but also became one of the focal points of my ‘character development’ (there was some crying-over-broken-heart involved later, so it’s nothing but quotidian, after all). the book is about, among other things, the ideal beauty (the temple), that, —being ideal—pertains to this world only physically, exists in its own time and space; a character was terrified and tempted by that beauty and, after understanding that he could not become one with it, destroyed it and died a little on the inside as a result. so, we gather that it was a bad move. it is based on real events.

ah, mishima is important for me not only for militarism and eastern culture and st.sebatian and hehe homoeroticism, but also because another novel of his, ‘forbidden colours’, was staged by a butoh dancer. butoh is, um, a type of dance performance movement art (a mouthful, i know), which i love and even do, a bit.

to finish with incriminating myself, i’ll just say that to me the building is the symbol of the ideal beauty, in the same manner there is more to bones and sinews when they constitute of a human being.

the question is, why would you sneak into japanese schoolgirls’ midst, hehe :)

human-cartography:

Lowell Birge Harrison - Fifth Avenue at Twilight
c.1910. Oil on canvas. 76.2 x 58.42 cm
Detroit Institute of the Arts (United States)

This is so gorgeous ;_;

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human-cartography:

This is actually a really cool tattoo.
If I were to get one like it, I think I’d quote Oberon from Midsummer Night’s Dream.

Lord, what fools these mortals be. 

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human-cartography:

Gingers are a gift from god.
Also, I want that sweater. 

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orbitingasupernova:

masteradept:

FANCAST ⇢
sherlock holmes | freema agyeman
john watson | lucy liu

YES

YOU’VE HIT MY NON-BILLIE RELATED KINK

PISSING OFF MOFFAT/MOFFBOTS WITH WOMEN OF COLOR HAVING AUTONOMY AND INTELLECT

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jake-its-chinatown:

Alex performing “Singing in the Rain” as he attacks the writer and his wife was not scripted. Stanley Kubrick spent four days experimenting with this scene, finding it too conventional. Eventually he approached Malcolm McDowell and asked him if he could dance. They tried the scene again, this time with McDowell dancing and singing the only song he could remember. Kubrick was so amused that he swiftly bought the rights to “Singing in the Rain” for $10,000.

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vamp-money:

does anyone else find this stunning?