Linny: super effective against ALL THE THINGS

snowce:

Jeremy Mann

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actegratuit:

John Salminen

designcloud:

The Ghosts of World War II by Sergey Larenkov

Taking old World War II photos, Russian photographer Sergey Larenkov carefully photoshops them over more recent shots to make the past come alive. Not only do we get to experience places like Berlin, Prague, and Vienna in ways we could have never imagined, more importantly, we are able to appreciate our shared history in a whole new and unbelievably meaningful way.

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eikocarol:

foreverfinalfantasy9:

fuckyeahfinalfantasy:

Bahamut vs. Alexander (FFIX)

asherlockian:

romaniankingdom:

russianwater:

ayye-villacarte:

I’m in freakin love with these 2 pictures

Russia’s like ‘go the fuck to sleep, douchebags.’

PARTY IN EUROPE TONIGHT

And the Netherlands are the shiny discoball. *patriotic feels*

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stephen-edwards:

Last week I shot a roll of film that I’d got free with a second hand camera. When I got back the scans I found out that the roll had already been used by the guy who gave me it and so I had double exposed it. By chance, both of us had taken a photo of a motorway landscape and this was made. His photo is from the inside of the car looking at countryside and my shot of an urban motorway is best seen on the left hand side. 

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wbotd:

Talmadge Thunder by Steve Moraco

Is this thunder…. or lightning?

wilwa:

Stockholm on Flickr.

Since I am starting to have ALL THE BAD FEELS about moving away from Glasgow, I’m trying to make myself have ALL THE GOOD FEELS about moving back to Sweden.

Good feels reason #1: Stockholm.

dreammason:

Joseph Zbukvic

ooh, I like these—very reminiscent of a different era.

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A foggy day in Lincoln’s Inn, London, 1932.

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theartofanimation:

Evgeny Lushpin

Hurrrrr.

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<3

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k-ong:

The Birds by Hannes R on Flickr.

It feels like something unexpectedly sharp and cold-tasting dissolving on your tongue, or like a blast of winter air through your nostrils, all shocking and clear.