cleofuckingpatra:

endlesslydead:

jyuushiro-daniel-ukitake:

-eternalflame:

Instant reblog forever

OMG YES….

Fucking beautiful!

I miss the shit outta this show. 

oldbookillustrations:

Topaze, portrait painter.

J-J. Grandville, from Vie privée et publique des animaux (Public and Private Life of Animals), under the direction of P. J. Stahl, Paris, 1867.

(Source: archive.org)

One of the few decent restaurants in Orange County does it again.

blackbirdsfood:

I love the internet.

victrazing:

41undergrad:

inothernews:

engers:

If this isn’t the most awesome thing on the internet at the moment, I don’t know what is.

Things that are better than any of the speeches at the Republican National Convention.

This ain’t your grandpa’s Old Spice.

Thank god, because Old Spice smells wonderful and I think it would be really confusing for me if my grandpa smelled that good.

It smells good now, with its many scents and spot-on marketing campaign. Back in the day, however, Old Spice had one scent: “old man on park bench.” My grandpa’s Old Spice smelled of soap with undertones of bowling alley and pigeon feed. :-)

xdaisypetalx:

As an English Literature student, I find this horrifying…

My sentiments exactly as I, too, am an English Literature major. Some of my friends at work are reading this series (much to my chagrin) so I brought in a copy of Venus in Furs. We’ll see how that goes.