blastedheath:

Henri Matisse (French, 1869-1954), Algue blanche sur fond rouge et vert [White seaweed on red and green background], 1947, Color pochoir. image: 47.6 x 36.5 cm., sheet: 75.6 x 62.9 cm. Numbered 83/200.

blastedheath:

Henri Matisse (French, 1869-1954), Algue blanche sur fond rouge et vert [White seaweed on red and green background], 1947, Color pochoir. image: 47.6 x 36.5 cm., sheet: 75.6 x 62.9 cm. Numbered 83/200.

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food52:

Cross these items off your grocery list — before ever leaving home.

Read more: 11 Grocery Store Items You Could Be Making at Home on Food52

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thefoodogatemyhomework:

Alessandra Branca’s work, in her signature red, on Harbour Island, Bahamas.

thefoodogatemyhomework:

Alessandra Branca’s work, in her signature red, on Harbour Island, Bahamas.

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lily mcmenamy by maciek kobielski for numero china, aug 14

lily mcmenamy by maciek kobielski for numero china, aug 14

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carl-thecreator:

Drink hella water, eat hella fruit

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food52:

A savory summer tart with a hint of sweet and spicy.

Savory Goat Cheese Tart with Roasted Heirloom Tomatoes & Jalapeño Honey Drizzle on Cooking with Cakes

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I love the animal urgency with which life replicates itself

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It must be nice to trot through life thinking everything is the fault of someone else and well thank goodness SOMEONE has some good sense about them

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"Is there anything, apart from a really good chocolate cream pie and receiving a large unexpected check in the post, to beat finding yourself at large in a foreign city on a fair spring evening, loafing along unfamiliar streets in the long shadows of a lazy sunset, pausing to gaze in shop windows or at some church or lovely square or tranquil stretch of quayside, hesitating at street corners to decide whether that cheerful and homey restaurant you will remember fondly for years is likely to lie down this street or that one? I just love it. I could spend my life arriving each evening in a new city."

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