Late night chill with my baby getn stoned and eating lots of food. Come to realise how different my life would be without this man, how dark my mind would still be if it wasn’t for him. I cannot imagine what I would do if I woke up tomorrow morning and he just wasn’t there. If I didn’t have Ryan to wake up to I flat out wouldn’t be able to function, my life is so much brighter now that he’s a part of it and no matter how dark my mind gets he can always pull me out of it in the end. I love the bones of you, Ryan and I always, always will. You make my life something I couldn’t have ever imagined. Something wonderful and beautiful and a million times greater than I could have ever imagined for myself. ❤️ #cute #boyfriend #appreciation #love #couple #baby
These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.
And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart.
Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand.
"wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand."
The reason why the room was pink was because on black and white film, hues of red become dark shades of black. Pink is the perfect balance to give it that dark creepy grey.
A related fun fact: while old black and white film was under-sensitive to reds, it was correspondingly over-sensitive to greens. Actors whose characters were meant to have unnaturally pale complexions - like Morticia Addams - would often take advantage of this by wearing makeup with a green base tint in order to make their faces “pop”. This is where the modern trope of cartoon vampires having green skin comes from.
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