get psyched!

mamoswineofficial:

*does a pushup* when will i become bara

everydaylouie:

midnight visitors

caninevillain:

if i see andrew hussie in public i promise ill immediately start fighting him i have nothing to lose and everything to gain

(Source: kidouyuuto)

femme-de-lettres:

Large (Wikimedia)
There are some holidays one doesn’t expect to be able to find celebrated in paintings.
Until recently, Palm Sunday was one of those holidays for me.
Then I ran into Alfred Stevens’ Palm Sunday, from 1862.
Technically speaking, it appears that this young woman has opted for boxwood—rather more accessible in Europe than palm—but, as the Walters Art Museums writes, she nonetheless tucks the sprig of it “behind the frame of her mother’s portrait hanging on the bedroom wall. Another bough, lying on her cloak, is intended for the adjacent miniature, presumably a portrait of her father.”
There is something wonderful about the quiet memorial of it, about the care with which she slips the branch behind the wooden frame.
formerlyknownasemily:

55595472:

eighttwotwopointthreethree:

the-half-boy:

I LIKE IT

I WOULD BUY LIKE A THOUSAND TICKETS FOR THIS

The funniest thing about this is only one of the actors gets drunk and its a different person each night so it isn’t just everyone struggling its everyone else doing their shit and one person fucking it all up it’s BRILLIANT.

I can’t decide which I want more: to be at this or to be in this.