(Source: bencobane, via hearts-of-glass)
(Source: bencobane, via hearts-of-glass)
(Source: hearts-of-glass)
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Bell, Western Iran, circa 1000-650 B.C.
Los Angeles County Museum of Art, Currently not on view
(via delectable-collectibles)
what’s bothering me most right now (and it’s pissing Erena and sage off too, I can tell) is that I can’t have a discussion with these people. They troll me once, reblog something on their “super special archive of things I think are silly blog” (has anyone else noticed the prevelance of these collections, these Wunderkammer for gauking), and then just smirk about it but don’t actually care about the discussion? Because I am replying to them, I have answers, I have whole meals for them. But they just want to gawk. It’s frustrating. I’m right here. Trying to educate you. Willing to. WANTING to. But no.
You want to tell me I’m crazy, fine. Tell me. But don’t just run away after that. Lets have a discussion about what crazy means. What “me” means. Lets see where these ideas come from. I WANT to do this.
I know some people don’t. But I will.
(if you are confused about what I am talking about go over to strangeloops)
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Oh, it’s my rat. Only he’s got different eyes. Yes, I can tell.
(Source: dremer, via for-the-love-of-rats)