So I wrote to her. Letters I never sent. Letters I threw in the gutter or flashed away. - Like bottles into the sea? - Into an ocean of shit, maybe. No, it’s far more romantic. Picture it: a hermit, a cave-dweller, who lives in the sewers, discovers the letters. He collects them, reads them, then starts dreaming. Even envies that love, perhaps. I think I wrote a thousand letters, that time. I still remember that room in that little cottage. All of this is off the record of course. I could’ve written her a song instead. Ne Me Quitte Pas, something like that. Belgians speak slowly but they keep it simple. “Where are you?”, “What are you wearing?”, “What are you doing?” Those were questions I’d ask myself when I woke up. Thinking of her. And I’d go to bed…with the same questions. Laurence Anyways (2012) dir. by Xavier Dolan (via bbook)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

fripperiesandfobs:

Day dress, early 1880’s

From the Metropolitan Museum of Art

(Source: tortiecas)

cptfunk:

my friend in Egypt just posted this article and I feel like I’m experiencing a heretofore undiscovered world of culture shock

I thought this was pretty funny, but then looking through the rest of the site makes me think it might not be a joke. *blink. blink.* 

Just sitting here blinking until someone takes me by the hand and explains the world…

bbook:

Ne’er forget.

bbook:

Ne’er forget.

cptfunk:

is it acceptable to yell UNFOLLOW in the middle of a conversation and walk away

paulftompkins:

1) WEAR THEM TIED AROUND YOUR NECK LIKE A SCARF 2) CUT THEM INTO PIECES AND SEW THE PIECES INTO A DIFFERENT GARMENT 3) TRY PUTTING THEM ON LEGS FIRST TO COVER YOUR LOWER EXTREMITIES & TORSO SHIT WE DIDN’T EVEN GET PAST TWO BEFORE WE RAN OUT PLEASE WOMEN DON’T GIVE UP ON MAGAZINES WE’RE TRYING AS HARD AS WE CAN

paulftompkins:

1) WEAR THEM TIED AROUND YOUR NECK LIKE A SCARF 2) CUT THEM INTO PIECES AND SEW THE PIECES INTO A DIFFERENT GARMENT 3) TRY PUTTING THEM ON LEGS FIRST TO COVER YOUR LOWER EXTREMITIES & TORSO SHIT WE DIDN’T EVEN GET PAST TWO BEFORE WE RAN OUT PLEASE WOMEN DON’T GIVE UP ON MAGAZINES WE’RE TRYING AS HARD AS WE CAN