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idatarbells · 6 years
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make me choose edits ☆ the harry potter series or the a song of ice and fire series  requested by @sirelo​ ↳ It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.
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idatarbells · 6 years
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Marchesa // Ready to Wear - Fall 2018
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idatarbells · 6 years
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The real Tumblr experience is hearing about how to turn off a feature before hearing about the feature itself.
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idatarbells · 6 years
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Art of  Mother Mary and baby Jesus from:
India, Iran, Indonesia
Ethiopia, Peru, Korea,
Russia, Turkey, Greece
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idatarbells · 6 years
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Moira Shearer for The Red Shoes, 1948
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older sibling privilege is finding this bit of the special hilarious while your younger sibling watches it without cracking a smile once
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idatarbells · 6 years
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The Phantom Menace (1999)
The biggest problem in the universe is no one helps each other.
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idatarbells · 6 years
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..so, as I was saying, I’m allowed to do stupid things. I’m a mathematician, so I can do whatever I want, even if it’s stupid. If you’re a physicist, you can’t do that, but I can
Real Analysis professor (via scienceprofessorquotes)
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My Immortal, but instead of Tara trying to be gothic in Hogwarts, she tries to be southern gothic in Hogwarts.
Hi my name is Emily Faulk'ner Prudence Christianity Twain and I have long ebony black hair, dark like the degraded soil outside of my family’s decaying manor where nothing will grow any longer, and icy blue eyes like my grandfather, who always went out the night before people talked about finding another lynching. A lot of people tell me I look like Flannery O'Connor (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Mark twain but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie, and papa always told me that everyone in our town was related somehow and that was okay, because better marry your cousin than one of those outsiders who pass through our town looking down at us in their shoes. I’m a Southerner but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I don’t toss and turn at night haunted by the knowledge that out further into the woods on our estate are the graves of my family’s former slaves. I’m a Southern goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly gingham. I love my mom’s spinning wheel and I make all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing the reminders of my family’s old glory spun into a cotton dress that reminds me of a time I never knew where we were still prosperous and the servants took care of our home, before the vines grew up over the side of our mansion and consumed the walls like our entire legacy had been reclaimed from the soul we took our glory from. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about, because the sun offered no protection from evil and all the worst terrors happened in broad daylight, like what happened to the older McKinley girl when I was younger. A lot of outsiders stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
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idatarbells · 6 years
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like father like son
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idatarbells · 6 years
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2018 is þe year of using þe þorn again instead of þe letters “T” and “H” in succession
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idatarbells · 6 years
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having one of those last names that instead of saying it you just spell it out right away 
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idatarbells · 6 years
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Claire Foy Photoshoot Edits
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‘The Virgin and Child in the Calyx of a Flower’ (circa 1430 - 1440 ) by Master of Sir John Fastolf (French, active before about 1420 - about 1450).
Tempera colours, gold leaf, and ink on parchment.
Image and text courtesy The Getty.
This image is available for download, without charge, under the Getty’s Open Content Program.
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idatarbells · 6 years
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Who wants transparency when you can have magic? Who wants prose when you can have poetry? Pull away the veil and what are you left with? An ordinary young woman of modest ability and little imagination. But wrap her up like this, anoint her with oil, and hey, presto, what do you have? A goddess.
Smoke and Mirrors
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