Moonlight on the Delaware River
- Artist: Thomas B. Griffin, American, died 1918
- Medium: Oil on canvas
- Dates: ca. 1896-1915
- Brooklyn Museum
marble sculptures are one of the most beautiful things i’ve ever seen i mean
that’s stone and someone made it look transparent
do you see that fabric?
do you see that fluffy pillow?
do you see that anatomy and those humans muscles?
no you do not because that’s all fucking marble
For the New Republic article, “Is War Civilized?” about the past and present of war.
Sorry I haven’t been posting recently, dead week and finals, but now I’m done and home so now I have time for Tumblr again.
German rock and Greyhounds…what more could a boy ask for.
Flags and Helpers
In which John talks about the bombing at the Boston Marathon while he drives to the dentist.
“A biker’s power and intimidating image can even the playing field for a little kid who has been hurt. If the man who hurt this little girl calls or drives by, or even if she is just scared, another nightmare, the bikers will ride over and stand guard all night.
If she is afraid to go to school, they will take her and watch until she’s safely inside.
And if she has to testify against her abuser in court, they will go, too, walking with her to the witness stand and taking over the first row of seats.”
During one such testimony, a little boy sat on the stand, testifying against his abusive father, who sat less than 10 feet away.
“Why didn’t you say anything before now?” Asked the prosecutor.
“I was scared.” The little boy replied, honestly.
“Why aren’t you scared now, what changed?” The prosecutor watched the little boy closely as he pointed to the front row of seats in the court room.
“Because my friends are scarier than he is.”
shit like this makes me have faith in humanity again.