Why Tumblr should Fall In Love with Frida Kahlo.


i love everything about this because i love frida kahlo, but how are you going to not list the fact she was in a horrible bus accident that basically crippled her for most of her life and while lying bedridden she began to paint. frida kahlo didn’t give up and that makes her truly amazing.

Also her bus accident made her unable to have children (she became pregnant three times and had to terminate them due to her condition) which was a huge source of pain for her and many of her paintings depict the enormous physical, emotional and mental suffering she was in (see: columna rota). She was badass but also had a lot of struggle in her life, which was a huge part of who she was and how she viewed the world.

to say she couldnt care less about what people thought of her is an understatement. even though people thought her natural unibrow and moustache were ugly, she embraced them and even darkened them with makeup. honestly the greatest woman.


Alvin Langdon Coburn (1882-1966), Woman in a Kimono with Sunflower, 1908

  • mom: are u instagrammin'?
  • me: no i'm writing a blog post about my instagram
  • mom: o my god


I cannot be stopped


View into patient room and down corridor during civil twilight, Forst Building, Trenton State Hospital.  But what exactly was this building used for?  I explore this question in my blog post here.

The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014, dir. Wes Anderson)


The Mallick Ghat market in Calcutta, India is world renowned for its myriad of fresh flower stalls.

Danish photographer Ken Hermann recently traveled there to photograph the flower sellers with their botanical wares. See the entire series below!

Portraits of Flower Sellers in a Calcutta Market

via Trendland


i heard the funniest time travel joke tomorrow


"The Concrete Jungle"

This is a series depicting a country girls’ transition into city life and trying to keep her child-like sense of wonder.


Mia Wasikowska, photographed by Craig McDean for INTERVIEW, Aug 2014.

I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies