s-u-w-i:

sooo first thing I upload to my tumblr!
Hercule Poirot and Hastings drinking chocolate for my dear sister :)

s-u-w-i:

sooo first thing I upload to my tumblr!

Hercule Poirot and Hastings drinking chocolate for my dear sister :)

alex-aki-art:

19th century realism. The Netherlands.

Johannes Bosboom (1817-1891)

wintherharlekin:

BBC “The Musketeers”, episode 1
Athos

queerlyobscure:

Y’know people say shit about social media along the lines of ‘OMG no one cares what anyone had for breakfast’ and like.

I do? I care. I’m pretty sure a lot of people care. I want to hear that the people I care about are having delicious breakfasts or saw something odd at work or flirted with a cute barista. Or just any little thoughts they have that they feel are worth sharing.

I’ve always kind of assumed that’s how you’re supposed to feel about your friends.

i really wanted to go to the lectures today…

Who wouldn’t blacklist it, though? Also, I love how you accidentally spelled “tfios” as “tifos”, because that’s the Romanian world for typhus, as John Green with his “deep” books are like a disease.

oh my god I haven’t even noticed I misspelled it hahah No but seriously whenever I see that cigarette quote on my dash all I can think of is ‘just give those damn cigarettes to me so I can prepare my nerves for the upcoming flood of bullshit’

renaissance-art:

Giorgio Vasari c. 1555-1565

Palazzo Vecchio

Florence

 

lollians:

f-aint:

I want to talk to you but my face

I think you just summarized Phantom of the Opera.

Porthos du Vallon in 1x05 The Homecoming. 

"I… admired the beauty and the serenity of Paris after dark."
napoleondidthat:

That time Napoleon demonstrated the ladder of success (and failure) with his own life.

napoleondidthat:

That time Napoleon demonstrated the ladder of success (and failure) with his own life.

"Fear is sharp-sighted, and can see things under ground, and much more in the skies."
— Miguel de Cervantes (via mycolorbook)

le-claire-de-lune:

I’d rather teen girls reading nothing but terribly written fanfics about their favorite OTPs that express healthy and emotionally-sound romantic relationships than “great literature” that teaches them they are prizes to be won or creatures to be controlled or destroyed. 

I could write a book on how stupid this statement is.