Lillian Weber, a 99-year-old good Samaritan from Iowa, has spent the last few years sewing a dress a day for the Little Dresses For Africa charity, a Christian organization that distributes dresses to children in need in Africa and elsewhere.
Weber’s goal is to make 1,000 dresses by the time she turns 100 on May 6th. So far, she’s made more than 840. Though she says she could make two a day, she only makes one – but each single dress she makes per day is personalized with careful stitchwork. She hopes that each little girl who receives her dress can take pride in her new garment.
cubebreaker: In his series, The Good Badlands, photographer Guy Tal seeks to show us that though it is often hidden, and may only appear briefly, there is delicate and subtle beauty in abundance for any viewer with patience and desire.
I’m pretty sure you’ve reached Legendary Status when the God of Skating, Tony Hawk looses his shit
That’s literally the move Christ Air from the first tony hawk pro skater game
we don’t even need photoshop
if this is weird you’ve clearly never seen bowie fans with any creative freedom
but let’s not forget
Someone should add a Queen picture
Ok I have to do it ^
A Painting Made From Pieces of Glass
The most broken pieces can become a masterpiece
Distroy by PEZ
Graphite cartoon on paper
Raymond “Red” Reddington´s Monologue. -
Have you ever sailed across an ocean Donald? On a sail boat surrounded by sea with no land in sight. Without even the possibility of sighting land for days to come. To stand at the helm of your destiny. I want that, one more time.
I want to be in the Piazza Del Campo in Sienna. To feel the surge as ten race horses go thundering by. I want another meal in Paris, at L’Ambroisie in the Place Des Vosges. I want another bottle of wine. And then another. I want the warmth of a women in the cool set of sheets. One more night of Jazz at the Vanguard. I want to stand on summits and smoke cubans and feel the sun on my face for as long as I can.
Walk on the wall again. Climb the tower. Ride the river. Stare at the frescoes. I want to sit in the garden and read one more good book. Most of all I want to sleep. I want to sleep like I slept when I was a boy. Give me that. Just one time. That’s why I won’t allow that punk out there to get the best of me. Let alone the last of me.