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  • Movie theater worker: *Upon seeing my smeared mascara* Just come out of The Fault In Our Stars?
  • Me: No
  • Me: How to Train Your Dragon 2

Audrey Hepburn and Edith Head, 1953.

"Audrey arrived at Edith’s hotel room wearing a dark suit with white collar and cuffs, a sprig of white lily-of-the-valley in her buttonhole and white gloves.  ’This was a girl way ahead of high fashion,’ according to Edith.  ’She deliberately looked different from other women and dramatized her own slenderness into her chief asset… But what impressed me most was her body.  I knew she would be the perfect mannequin for anything I would make.  I knew it would be a great temptation to design clothes that would overpower her.  I could have used her to show off my talents and detract from hers, but I didn’t.  I considered doing it, believe me.’ That she did not was a testimony to Edith Head’s cool professionalism - and Audrey’s polite but firm insistence on her own ideas."  (From the book Enchantment: The Life of Audrey Hepburn by Donald Spoto.)

Edith Head, American costume designer, first worked with Audrey on the movie Roman Holiday.  Both Edith and Audrey won Oscars for the movie Roman Holiday, Edith for Best Costume Design and Audrey for Best Actress in a leading role.

Viking Kids by workparty

I loved How to Train Your Dragon! I couldn’t stop talking about it for a full week (sorry, friends). I felt like such a kid watching it!
In my mind, Hiccup and Fishlegs work on the new Dragon Manual together, and Astrid and Ruffnut find a lot of commonalities and generally terrify everyone.
Pen and marker, definitely influenced by Nico Marlet’s awesome concept work.


It’s like it’s cheering!





damn the pope about to preach some sick verses

the guy beatboxing behind him

YO YO YO Pope P-Money Francizzle in da HOUSE (of God),Layin’ down some psick Psalms and some wicked Wisdom~
Old Gregory’s rhymes, they might leave you tired,But just like that plainchant, my words are inspiredI’m dope, I’m the Pope, and you know I’m infallible,Sayin’ a Mass in my alb, stole, chasuble I got nuns in my posse and cardinals in my crewWe followin’ Christ, that most radical Jew, The Son of God, the Way and the Truth and the LightSecond Person of the Trinity, you know he’s a’ight, we tight, yoTeachin’ the catechism, no time for schismDon’t like what I’m preachin’, check it out, no need to get mad againI’m bloggin’ and tweetin’ God’s word from the VaticanYou diggin’ my beats, you think I got it goin’ onWhy don’t you check out the Gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John?Or the writings of AugustineHe always bustin’Out the rhymesFor the love of The Lord, he gave up all his good timesI ain’t done yet, but for now, I gotta jetCan’t say when I’ll be backLike my homeboy Christ, don’t know the hour or the dayTill then, pull out your rosary, read my encyclical, and pray


Someone send this to the Vatican. Now.
I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.
- note to self (via kwnyvl)

(Source: c0ntemplations, via dumboys)