thelifeisthemusic:

Daft Punk 1995 - 2013

daftdarlin:

dailydot:

Robot love—Daft Punk wins album of the year

I love how Thomas hugs that guy and Guy-Man is just standing there, just waiting, and Thomas turns around and gives Guy-Man the biggest, most sincere hug in all of TV history and I can’t stop sobbing.

daftdarlin:

dailydot:

Robot love—Daft Punk wins album of the year

I love how Thomas hugs that guy and Guy-Man is just standing there, just waiting, and Thomas turns around and gives Guy-Man the biggest, most sincere hug in all of TV history and I can’t stop sobbing.

fuldagap:

Victorious Red Army soldiers at a train stop, 1945. 

fuldagap:

Victorious Red Army soldiers at a train stop, 1945. 

histoire-fanatique:

A dramatic photo of a Red Army soldier praying during the Battle of Kursk.

histoire-fanatique:

A dramatic photo of a Red Army soldier praying during the Battle of Kursk.

Russia has only two allies: the army and the navy.
Emperor Alexander III (1845 - 1894).  (via history-in-pictures)
demons:


Norwegian collaborators of Sonderabteilung Lola photographed at the Tondheim courthouse.

The woman smiling and marked with a ‘6’ was Kitty Margarete Grande, who was sentenced to 20 years in prison . When questioned about her war activities by a Swedish journalist in 1989, she was quoted as to saying she regretted nothing.

demons:

Norwegian collaborators of Sonderabteilung Lola photographed at the Tondheim courthouse.

The woman smiling and marked with a ‘6’ was Kitty Margarete Grande, who was sentenced to 20 years in prison . When questioned about her war activities by a Swedish journalist in 1989, she was quoted as to saying she regretted nothing.

Stop! stop! stop! This is silly, very silly indeed. (gotta love the monty p. flying circus)

Too many people learn about war with no inconvenience to themselves. They read about Verdun or Stalingrad without comprehension, sitting in a comfortable armchair, with their feet beside the fire, preparing to go about their business the next day, as usual.

One should really read such accounts under compulsion, in discomfort, considering oneself fortunate not to be describing the events in a letter home, writing from a hole in the mud. One should read about war in the worst circumstances, when everything is going badly, remembering that the torments of peace are trivial, and not worth any white hairs. Nothing is really serious in the tranquility of peace; only an idiot could be really disturbed by a question of salary.

One should read about war standing up, late at night, when one is tired, as I am writing about it now, at dawn, while my asthma attack wears off. And even now, in my sleepless exhaustion, how gentle and easy peace seems!

Guy Sajer, The Forgotten Soldier (via jackmarlowe)