baby's first words

  • baby: d-d-da..
  • father: daddy?
  • baby: dada /ˈdɑːdɑː/ or Dadaism was an art movement of the European avant-garde in the early 20th century. Many claim Dada began in Zurich, Switzerland in 1916, spreading to Berlin shortly thereafter but the height of New York Dada was the year before, in 1915.[1] To quote Dona Budd's The Language of Art Knowledge,
  • Dada was born out of negative reaction to the horrors of World War I. This international movement was begun by a group of artists and poets associated with the Cabaret Voltaire in Zurich. Dada rejected reason and logic, prizing nonsense, irrationality and intuition. The origin of the name Dada is unclear; some believe that it is a nonsensical word. Others maintain that it originates from the Romanian artists Tristan Tzara's and Marcel Janco's frequent use of the words "da, da," meaning "yes, yes" in the Romanian language. Another theory says that the name "Dada" came during a meeting of the group when a paper knife stuck into a French-German dictionary happened to point to 'dada', a French word for 'hobbyhorse'.[2]
  • The movement primarily involved visual arts, literature, poetry, art manifestoes, art theory, theatre, and graphic design, and concentrated its anti-war politics through a rejection of the prevailing standards in art through anti-art cultural works. In addition to being anti-war, Dada was also anti-bourgeois and had political affinities with the radical left.

nevver:

“If you could say it in words, there would be no reason to paint.”
Edward Hopper

chuckyface:

awwww-cute:

Sore paws and tired legs. Rocky had to be carried over 3 miles back to the trailhead in Desolation Wilderness, CA

Awww

chuckyface:

awwww-cute:

Sore paws and tired legs. Rocky had to be carried over 3 miles back to the trailhead in Desolation Wilderness, CA

Awww

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apoetreflects:

Painting: Marc Chagall, Birthday, 1915

apoetreflects:

Painting: Marc Chagall, Birthday, 1915

trillow:

this is the police. open up. tell me something about yourself, don’t be afraid

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La Tempête (The Storm) by René Magritte, 1927Also
La Tempête (The Storm) by René Magritte, 1927

Also

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Panicking right now because it dawned on me that I ‘m really not going to know what to do if Adam doesn’t want to be Calvin and Hobbes for Halloween.

I don’t have a “thigh gap”, but I can run 6 miles and still feel up to fucking your bitch afterwards.

I don’t have a “thigh gap”, but I can run 6 miles and still feel up to fucking your bitch afterwards.

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Last week we went to Florida.

Adam sends me a juicer in the mail

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Cumpleaños !