Oh my.

Oh my.

The kiss of death.

This astonishing sculpture forms part of Barcelona’s Poblenou Cemetery. The Kiss of Death (El Petó de la Mort in Catalan and El beso de la muerte in Spanish) dates back to 1930. A winged skeleton bestows a kiss on the lips of a handsome young man: is it ecstasy on his face or resignation? Little wonder the sculpture elicits strong and varying responses from whoever gazes upon it.

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xatanas:

Because worshiping a guy with a beak and feathers would have been ridiculous. /s

(Source: ellengifs, via ifindyourlackofpantsdisturbing)

I wish we said “fancy” in America. As in, “I fancy you.” It’s such a more agreeable term than “I have a crush on you.” What’s a crush? Like, I AM A BOA CONSTRICTOR AND I AM GOING TO IMMOBILIZE YOU WITH MY MISPLACED AND OBSESSIVE AFFECTION. “I fancy you” is like, you’re so shiny and glittery and I just want to put you on a shelf and look at you for a while ‘cause you’re fancy.

(Source: aimmyarrowshigh, via irisalopez)

letshope:

awwww

catscowfeecigs:

Lap, lap.

oxymoronical:

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