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Even on an escalator. [Video]

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5-Year-Old With Autism Paints Stunning Masterpieces 

Autism is a poorly-understood neurological disorder that can impair an individual’s ability to engage in various social interactions. But little 5-year-old Iris Grace in the UK is an excellent example of the unexpected gifts that autism can also grant – her exceptional focus and attention to detail have helped her create incredibly beautiful paintings that many of her fans (and buyers) have likened to Monet’s works.

Little Iris is slowly learning to speak, whereas most children have already begun to speak at least a few words by age 2. Along with speech therapy, her parents gradually introduced her to painting, which is when they discovered her amazing talent.

“We have been encouraging Iris to paint to help with speech therapy, joint attention and turn taking,” her mother, Arabella Carter-Johnson, explains on her website. “Then we realised that she is actually really talented and has an incredible concentration span of around 2 hours each time she paints. Her autism has created a style of painting which I have never seen in a child of her age, she has an understanding of colours and how they interact with each other.”

Much better version of the same subject matter I posted earlier.

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Arsenal stars change the game #RainbowLaces (x)

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he knows what hes done

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Jim Dingilian proves that a creative and skillful artist can create works of art with just about anything. By coating the interior of empty glass bottles with black smoke and then carefully brushing it away with tools mounted on dowels, he creates detailed and beautiful but dark works of smoke art that are dripping with a sense of suburban decay (via Bored Panda).

are you shitting me

Wait, what?

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I will say goodbye, the longest farewell, my Puppelé. That’s what I called you. It meant “little doll” in German. I do not watch the flowers, but your face, and I think you’re beautiful, and never, perhaps, have you been so beautiful. I also think this is the first time in my life - and yours - I’ve seen you calm and soothed. You’re so quiet, you are so fine, how beautiful you are.

It was in Paris twenty-five years ago when I was chosen to be your partner in Christine. You came from Vienna and I waited, in Paris, with a bouquet of flowers in my arms that I did not know how to hold. But the film’s producers told me: “When she comes down from the bridge, you will advance to her and offer these flowers.” I waited with my flowers, like a fool, waiting with a horde of photographers. You came down. I stepped forward. You said to your mother, “Who is this boy?” She answered for you: “It must be Alain Delon, your partner.“ And then: Nothing, no thunderbolt, no. And then I went to Vienna where we were shooting the film, and then I fell madly in love with you. And you fell in love with me. Often, we asked ourselves, one to another, on the issue of love, “Who fell in love first, you or me?” We counted “One, two, three!” And we answered: “It was neither you nor I! It was together.” My God, we were young, and we were happy. 

At the end of the film, I said, “Come live with me in France,” but already you had told me: “I want to live with you in France.” Do you remember? Your family, your parents, furious. And throughout Austria, Germany, they all treated me as the usurper, the kidnapper, and accused me of removing the Empress! Me, a Frenchman, who did not speak a word of German. And you, Puppelé, who did not speak a word of French. We loved without words, in the beginning. We looked and we had some laughs. Puppelé … 

I watch you sleep. I’m alone again. I say you loved me. I loved you. I made you French, a French star. Of that, yes, I feel responsible. And this country that you loved, for my sake, became yours. France. You’ll stay here and you will rest forever in the land of France. There, you will sleep forever. Closer to home, close to me. I will not go to church or the cemetery. I ask you to forgive me. You know I would not be able to protect you from this crowd, this storm, so eager to “show” and that made you so afraid that you trembled. Forgive me. I’ll see you tomorrow, when we are alone. 

My Puppelé, I look at you again and again. I want to devour you with all of my eyes, and tell you again and again that you’ve never been so beautiful and calm. Rest. I’m here. I learned a little German, with you. Ich liebe dich. I love you. I love you, my Puppelé. - Alain Delon’s farewell to Romy Schneider

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“Healing doesn’t mean the damage never existed. It means the damage no longer controls our life.”

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416-lord said: Comparing the male body to the female body is like comparing apples to oranges. In life we need both to work so if you are gonna try and just shit on the male gender we have more firepowered facts to blow you out the water. But of course you are gonna try and make me look like an asshole or a crybaby for saying this but facts are facts and my gender is still on top. Beyond morality there's a reason most societies are patriarchal. Women can bare children, but who's kept them safe? Facts are facts


Keep us safe? Your function is keeping us safe?

I’m sorry to inform you, little boy, but if that’s what you’re made for, you MAJORLY SUCK at it. You murderous bastards are responsible by 90% of all the homicides. You also commit the huge majority of all rapes, and look how interesting, most women are raped by men they know, and one quarter of rapes are commited by women’s intimate partners, who according to your theory should be their main protectors, right? Hell, just browse through this fucking wikipedia entry and you’ll see how well you useless louts have been keeping us safe.

It doesn’t really count when your “keeping us safe” means keeping us safe FROM YOURSELVES. Because you don’t keep us safe because you care about us, you do - WHEN you do - because you see us as your property. The same dude who catcalls and gropes a strange women in the street will be fiercely protective of his sister or girlfriend because he sees them as objects that belong to him. And by the way? You only “keep us safe” if we agree to be your fucktoys or your little domestic servants. You’re like the fucking mob, you “protect us” as long as we comply, if we don’t you little shits will outright kill us. Great keepers you are.

I don’t have to make you “look like an asshole or a crybaby”, boy. You do it pretty well by yourself.