Aren’t they adorable.
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Aren’t they adorable.
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Czechoslovak Pavilion, Paris Exposition, 1937 (Arch.: Jaromír Krejcar)
it was a fucking house phone that i was so stoked to have because it was mine that i kept in my own room and i cannot believe technology has progressed at the speed of FUCKING light to the point where this is a hilarious artifact to have had in like 6th grade and now theres kindergarteners with iphones
How did you know if you dialed the right number
each button made a different tone so the numbers you dialed a lot became a subconscious melody in your head and if you hit the wrong button by accident it would sound like a wrong note in a song you know by heart
i can’t beleive that is a legitimate question in my lifetime
Other acceptable answer: the wrong person answers on the other end.
Another acceptable answer: the robot lady comes on the phone and tells you number doesn’t exist.
remembering a little sea side adventure (at Brighton Palace Pier)
Back when I lived in Kreuzberg, the first day I had to take the U1 to Mitte for class by myself, I most definitely got on the wrong direction and ended up sitting in the motionless train at Warschauer Str. wondering where it all went so wrong. It’s still not the worst place to be lost.
Carl Barat Twitter master post
I can’t believe they’re making tas references
Lovely Libs family memories from Brighton with @exarcadiaelux @upthebrackets @youseii-i @babyshambles @timeforher0es @pinksnow and the wonderful Nick and Charlie x
sleep makes me so mad tbfh do you know how much shit i could get done if this flesh prison didn’t require literal hours of laying there in a state of unconsciousness
that being said if you deprive me of my sleep i will Cry
do you ever read something that is the literal Story of your life
1980s vintage emerald and opal ring by ErinAntiques
I hope that you’ve had enough to drink. It’s going to take courage.
Lost In Translation dir. Sophia Coppola
*me taking yet another buzzfeed quiz at 2am* please tell me who i am
Harald Slott-Møller (1864 - 1937)
Two young girls in long white dresses picking roses in the garden
the best moment of my life happened last night... I’ve only been waiting for like 15 years to see them do dream a little dream in person (including Carl’s tapdancing!)