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Vintage Covers Animated, Henning M. Lederer
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nothing like stepping outside while the seasons are changing and suddenly feeling a change in the weather that knocks you back in time by several years
sorry professor I'm going to have to miss class today bc when I walked outside in the morning it was cold and sunny in a very specific way and suddenly I was struck with a nostalgia for years past so vivid and potent that I had to sit down
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i change my phone up too much i think, but i love this one
i made all the icons myself in picrew!! i found a colour scheme i liked on google and then either used picrew stickers or i looked up transparent icons on google images!
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“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte.
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Are we, in this room, really very different from the Greeks or the Romans? Obsessed with duty, piety, loyalty, sacrifice?
Julian Morrow [The Secret History]
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peaky blinders is hilarious because it escalates so quickly it goes from city gang trying to fix horse races to crazy murderous catholic priests to horny exiled russian aristocrats to the new york mafia to churchill and the british fascist party next season is going to be tommy trying to fuck stalin while selling rifles to the wehrmacht
So what I’m hearing is that it’s not unlike Riverdale.
there are no limits to the peaky power, not even logic or the Italian mafia for some reason
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Flying a drone through fireworks
losangelesrams
I really don’t think anything exists man
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oh honey i don’t just burn bridges, i blow them up
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I’ve been waiting to do another fashion video and I’m obsessed with this one! Be sure to go give it a watch!
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This is about Sci-Hub. yeah we get it.. gatekeep knowledge and protect the interests of capital…
Listen, this is serious.
Do not use the website called Sci-Hub!
It lets people access scientific articles for free. This is dangerous. It helps the free flow of knowledge and reduces the competitive edge of all the people who worked really hard to have been born into a wealth.
Like, it’s literally a website where you can type in the DOI of an article and read it, without ever having to pay the publisher who exploited the author.
So, again, do not, under any circumstance, use Sci-Hub. I mean, can you imagine a world where knowledge is free and easily accessible to everyone? Even, y'know, poor people?
Libgen also has many books online, including textbooks, searchable by name, author, and ISBN. Can you imagine textbook companies not getting their hard-earned income from poor college students? Here is the link just so you make sure that you never accidentally stumble across this horrible, unethical website.
Oh, and while we’re talking about books, if you’ve managed to stay clear from Libgen, definitely don’t go to zlibrary, where you can also find a lot of textbooks, but unfortunately they’re completely free.
Reblogging so you know which sites to totally avoid
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dates where you stay together at the library late into the night, with only the dim light of a flickering lamp and a stack of unread, vintage books sitting between the both of you 🖤
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Obsessed w her
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the concept of how sir arthur conan doyle was as a person always sends me into fits. imagine making the most famous literary character of all time but you hate the character so much you try to kill him off. but everyone is so horny for this asshole detective they make you bring him back. even your own mother gets mad when he’s dead because she likes him. raising your prices to ridiculous rates to avoid writing holmes stories backfired and now you’re rich. it’s absolutely a pain because it’s keeping you from your true passion which is spiritualism despite how one of your good friends harry houdini keeps telling you it’s bullshit. you consider your best novels to be historical ones but they’re well over shadowed by the nemesis of your own creation sherlock fucking holmes. some fake photographs from some kids convinced you faeries were real and you wrote a whole book about it. you started writing stories in medical school. and yes, also you are a doctor. after you’re dead, they erect a statue of sherlock holmes across the street from your birthplace, causing you to probably roll over one hundred eighty degrees in your grave and scream into your casket pillow.
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rawest fucking hozier lyrics in no particular order:
- i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight
- heat of her breath in my mouth; im alive
- i’d be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground
- idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword
- and when the earth is trembling on some new beginning with the same sweet shock of when adam first came
- every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside
- the stench of the sea and the absence of green are the death of all things that are seen and unseen
- if I was born as a blackthorn tree i’d wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies
- some like to imagine the dark caress of someone else, I guess any thrill will do
- before the wave hits, marveling at god; before he feels alone one final time and marries the sea
- betray the moon as acolyte on first and fierce affirming sight
- i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me, I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me
- screaming the name of a foreigner’s god; the purest expression of grief
- sweet and right and merciful, i’m all but washed in the tide of her breathing
- but you don’t know the hell you put me through; to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you
- so i try to talk refined for fear that you find out how i’m imagining you
- my head was war, my skin was soaked, I called your name ‘til the fever broke
- be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking
- remember me, love, when i’m reborn as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn
true but how could you forget:
- my peace has always been dependent, on all the ashes in my wake
- I’m somewhere outside my life, babe, I keep scratching but somehow I can’t get in
- And the nights were as dark as my baby, And half as beautiful too
vvirginiawoolf
lemme just add
- true that love in withdrawal was the weeping of me, that the sound of the saw must be known by the tree
- if secrets were like seeds, then i’m lying on the marble marvel of the flowers you have made
- why would make out in words a cage for your own bird, when it sings so sweet the screaming, heaving fuckery of the world