johnny cash and june carter

johnny cash and june carter

cupcakekatieb-eyecandy:

Bette Davis

cupcakekatieb-eyecandy:

Bette Davis

erwin2013:

Thelonious Monk

erwin2013:

Thelonious Monk

“What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who only has eyes if he’s a painter, ears if he’s a musician, or a lyre in every chamber of his heart if he’s a poet – or even, if he’s a boxer, only some muscles? Quite the contrary, he is at the same time a political being constantly alert to the horrifying, passionate or pleasing events in the world, shaping himself completely in their image. How is it possible to be uninterested in other men and by virtue of what cold nonchalance can you detach yourself from the life that they supply so copiously? No, painting is not made to decorate apartments. It’s an offensive and defensive weapon against the enemy.”

— Pablo Picasso (via class-struggle-anarchism)

“People are like cities: We all have alleys and gardens and secret rooftops and places where daisies sprout between the sidewalk cracks, but most of the time all we let each other see is is a postcard glimpse of a skyline or a polished square. Love lets you find those hidden places in another person, even the ones they didn’t know were there, even the ones they wouldn’t have thought to call beautiful themselves.”

— Hilary J. Smith, Wild Awake  (via anditslove)

earthisalie:

So, one time I saved a bumblebee queen…

Yesterday, I found a grounded bumblebee on my screened-in porch. She was barely stirring, and had probably flown into the porch through a hole in the screen, then gotten trapped. I googled how to revive a bee, and learned that you can feed them a mixture of honey/water to get some energy back into them. I also learned that early in the spring, if you find a grounded bumblebee, chances are that it is a queen, and that by saving it, you can potentially save an entire hive. I used an old tea bag to transfer her onto the deck, then hung out with my new friend and spoon-fed her until she got a little pep back into her step. I created a couple of puddles of honey/water for her to slurp up and get her strength back, and after a while she took off. 

I looked it up on an identification chart, and she was indeed a Bombus bimaculatus queen. Here’s some more info in case you want to become a certified bumblebee lifeguard (that’s not a real thing that I know of, but it should be).

“Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possibly have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possibly work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.”

— (via backslashesbadideas)

mymodernmet:

Iranian photographer Hossein Fatemi, offers a glimpse of an entirely different side to Iran than the image usually broadcasted by domestic and foreign media. In his photo series An Iranian Journey, many of the photographs reveal an Iran that most people never see, presenting an eye-opening look at the amazing diversity and contrasts that exist in the country.

americasgreatoutdoors:

Happy first week of spring!Photo of a bear in Kodiak National Wildlife Refuge by Lisa Hupp (USFWS)

americasgreatoutdoors:

Happy first week of spring!

Photo of a bear in Kodiak National Wildlife Refuge by Lisa Hupp (USFWS)

lecollecteur:

Claude Monet, Lilacs in the sun, 1872.

lecollecteur:

Claude Monet, Lilacs in the sun, 1872.

nevver:

Word on the Street