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Killerfishfinger has no memory of taking this photograph.
“The ‘details’ bit on my phone states this image was taken at 22:51:22 last night (May 26th, 2014) - I am really creeped out because I went to bed about 9:30-10ish last night and can’t remember getting back up! This is the only weird photo on my phone, can anyone help??”
At first this photograph doesn’t seem all that interesting. You see a figure(can’t be the same person taking the picture) and then two really strong lights above him.
It gets a bit more interesting after some editing is done to the pictures. Gama increases and other light alterations.
The figure seems to be facing the camera. The figure also seems to be holding something in his hand. The OP lives alone and thinks this could have been taken from his window. He feels like he was abducted and has no memory of it. Real or not, this is one of my favorite unexplained ufo mysteries.
took this of lauren in our hotel room in new york back in january, i posted it in black and white and the notes are unbelievable but i think the colored version is really amazing as well
i feel like i am not here anymore
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.
walk down this stairwell to become a mermaid of the adriatic sea
you know what’s fucked up?
that you can be without someone for six months, a year, five years and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment where you see a photo of them or catch a little of their cologne on a crowed street and suddenly you’re plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question, “what did i do wrong?”