mercuryfish:

Sloan: I don’t know who told you you’re a bad guy, but somebody did, somebody along the way. Somebody or something convinced you of it, because you think you’re a bad guy, and you’re just not. I’m socially inept, but even I know that. So because you’re a ‘bad guy’, you try to do things that you think a good guy would do. Like committing to someone you like, but maybe don’t love: a sweet smart, wholesome midwestern girl. I could be wrong, I almost always am.
Don: [stares at Sloan] Why are you single?
Sloan: A lot of men are intimidated by my intelligence.
Don: No, seriously.
Sloan: Because you never asked me out.

Alright, maybe it’s just that this is literally the only 30 seconds of The Newsroom that I’ve seen, but am I the only one whose reaction to that “No, seriously” was “Diiiiiiiiiiiiick.

[Edit: signed on to tumblr for first time in forever; found this in drafts; stand by it.]

(Source: virginiamori)

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.