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Comic Con:

knock knock

Me:

who's there

Comic Con:

not you lol

rllt:

Nymphomaniac

packlight-travelfar:

Planet Earth by Ben Heine
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hellomolls:

*swallows a watermelon seed* *thinks about that episode of Rugrats*

redbrickfarmhouse:

The Bedroom from Sagredo Palace, Venice in the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
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museedart:

Jean-Léon Gérôme, Pygmalion and Galatea, ca. 1890, oil on canvas, Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC

‘Pygmalion had seen them, spending their lives in wickedness, and, offended by the failings that nature gave the female heart, he lived as a bachelor, without a wife or partner for his bed. But, with wonderful skill, he carved a figure, brilliantly, out of snow-white ivory, no mortal woman, and fell in love with his own creation. The features are those of a real girl, who, you might think, lived, and wished to move, if modesty did not forbid it. Indeed, art hides his art. He marvels: and passion, for this bodily image, consumes his heart. Often, he runs his hands over the work, tempted as to whether it is flesh or ivory, not admitting it to be ivory. he kisses it and thinks his kisses are returned; and speaks to it; and holds it, and imagines that his fingers press into the limbs, and is afraid lest bruises appear from the pressure. Now he addresses it with compliments, now brings it gifts that please girls, shells and polished pebbles, little birds, and many-coloured flowers, lilies and tinted beads, and the Heliades’s amber tears, that drip from the trees. He dresses the body, also, in clothing; places rings on the fingers; places a long necklace round its neck; pearls hang from the ears, and cinctures round the breasts. All are fitting: but it appears no less lovely, naked. He arranges the statue on a bed on which cloths dyed with Tyrian murex are spread, and calls it his bedfellow, and rests its neck against soft down, as if it could feel.
    ‘The day of Venus’s festival came, celebrated throughout Cyprus, and heifers, their curved horns gilded, fell, to the blow on their snowy neck. The incense was smoking, when Pygmalion, having made his offering, stood by the altar, and said, shyly: “If you can grant all things, you gods, I wish as a bride to have…” and not daring to say “the girl of ivory” he said “one like my ivory girl.” Golden Venus, for she herself was present at the festival, knew what the prayer meant, and as a sign of the gods’ fondness for him, the flame flared three times, and shook its crown in the air. When he returned, he sought out the image of his girl, and leaning over the couch, kissed her. She felt warm: he pressed his lips to her again, and also touched her breast with his hand. The ivory yielded to his touch, and lost its hardness, altering under his fingers, as the bees’ wax of Hymettus softens in the sun, and is moulded, under the thumb, into many forms, made usable by use. The lover is stupefied, and joyful, but uncertain, and afraid he is wrong, reaffirms the fulfillment of his wishes, with his hand, again, and again.
    ‘It was flesh! The pulse throbbed under his thumb. Then the hero, of Paphos, was indeed overfull of words with which to thank Venus, and still pressed his mouth against a mouth that was not merely a likeness. The girl felt the kisses he gave, blushed, and, raising her bashful eyes to the light, saw both her lover and the sky. The goddess attended the marriage that she had brought about, and when the moon’s horns had nine times met at the full, the woman bore a son, Paphos, from whom the island takes its name.  (Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book X, 243 - 297)
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seraphica:

Faking It: Manipulated Photography Before Photoshop at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. [via]

cutlerish:

Metropolitan Museum of Art, 07/18/2014

museumpress:

Get psyched for Charles Marville photos of 19th-century Paris, opening January 29 at the Met. 
Charles Marville’s Paris coming to The Metropolitan Museum of Art
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claudiamason:

The Metropolitan Museum of Art.
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Tanqa National Park, Karoo, South AfricaDavid Chancellor
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20aliens:

If ever there was someone to keep me at home
it would be you

by Johannes Huwe

Canvas  by  andbamnan