I’m sorry did you save the doctor with cpr
Did you defeat a witch’s spell with a rhyming word from harry potter
Did you take care of the doctor in 1913 England when he didn’t even remember himself
Did you recognize the master before the doctor did
Did you save all of humanity’s ass from the master by spreading the story of the doctor?
Then why don’t you stop being a little bitch about Martha Jones being a useless unneeded character
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.
Some FREAKING AWESOME Harry Potter fan art of the marauders creating the map and Fred and George later discovering it.
Well you must be the life of the party