The Monuments Men of World War II
The Monuments Men were a group of men and women from thirteen nations, most of whom volunteered had expertise as museum directors, curators, art scholars and educators, artists, architects, and archivists. The Monuments Men job description was simple: to save as much of the culture of Europe as they could during combat.
You know I don’t usually do these types of things, but this is important to me! Kirk’s kicking cancer in the face and swimming 14km from NB to PEI this summer and raising money for sick kids. That’s pretty friggin’ cool.
You can donate anonymously, as much or as little as you like.
Thanks in advance, internet. Do some good!
And here we can see the Blogger in her natural habitat.
The blogger is a shy, docile creature…
… that prefers the darkness…
… and tends to be wary of the outside world.
The Blogger rarely sleeps, and when it does, it does so in seemingly random places.
We have attempted to understand the dietary habits of the Blogger…
… but to no avail.
I am so glad this is back
and i don’t care if this doesn’t fit on my blog. this is beautiful.
She has a beautiful heart…
Oh god. Why are there tears in my eyes?
#how many times have I quoted this in my lifetime #far too many and still not enough
Guys, btw, this is an actual insult
if he calls your mother a hamster, it indicates that she is a fast-breeding rodent— you can get the insult there
and if he says your father smelt of elderberries, well, wine was primarily made from elderberries in the time of king arthur. he’s calling his dad a drunk
more you know
The Bordello - The Jackson…Three?
“Geronimo ran one of the meanest crews this side of the Rockies. He’d gotten to where he was by stepping on every poor sucker who got in his way, and he did it all with a smile. I helped him out there. His right hand, that nutjob Donnie Dallas, took care of all his special problems. Max Lincoln was a punk who washed out of the minor leagues after they realized all that sniffing he was doing wasn’t because of some cold. We pulled a lot of shit together in this city, but all the shit we pulled was starting to pull me in two.”
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sherlocksdemonhuntingtimelord:
For anyone who didn’t see it, let me tell you.
The Doctor’s a time traveler. He brought Vincent Van Gogh (who was severely depressed and lost hope in his ability and himself) to the future, to a museum where they are celebrating his art.
I don’t know if any of you are artists (drawing, writing, whatever), but being a writer, this scene moved me to tears. You’re your own worst critic, and feel like your stuff is complete shit sometimes…maybe even to the level of despair like Van Gogh. But imagine someone brought you to a world where people love and appreciate your art. Or it means something so special to them. The thought of it is overwhelming.
I just about died
Just looking at this makes me want to sob oh god so many feelings
I just started sobbing.
I honestly and whole heartedly cried my eyes out when I watched this scene for the first time. One of the few times I’ve cried happy tears
