emily-kochany:


Germany, Year Zero, 1948


Ah I have heard so many stories from my grandparents and their involvement in the war…Like when my grandma was a little girl in Czechoslovakia and she was riding her bike to get the rations for her 6 family members down the Main Street of her home town; when suddenly bombs dropped and the town was alight with gunfire.She told me that the only thing she could do, was hide.So she did, for 5 hours in the ditch of a bomb crater with her eggs all broken around her,  bullets whipping and biting their way into flesh, dirt, brick and soul. She hid and cowered in fear that only an 11 year old girl could feel.When it was  all over; she told me, that she stumbled her way home, unthinkingly pulling her bike along with her in a complete state of shock and inebriation in relation to what she had just gone through.She arrived home to her mother.But not with open arms.Not with kissesNot with a tear stricken face of grief as to the wellbeing of her daughter.But that if fury. She received a slap across the face.And a spoon whip across her bum.Because they had no food for the week.The rations were gone.And it was all her fault.Now that. That is history.
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aniggainrio:

After a 20-minute flight over the city of New York, Stephen Wiltshire, diagnosed with autism, draws the whole town with only his memory.
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From the “Fucking Tourists!” series by Jolipunk, who asked local people like this Peruvian woman to express their real feelings about having their photos taken by tourists.
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aerbor:

The Crosswalk by Paper Planes from the Aerie on Flickr.


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☠vintage blog☠
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poorartists:

Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light. “From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”
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