View Larger Looks legit.
I saw one of these yesterday at an antiques store. Thought it was weird, but it’s supposedly a note from the Japanese occupation of the Philippines, with the “pesos” coming from the Spanish influence there.
didn’t want to ruin the funny, but it may very well be legit.
This is the umpteenth time I’ve had to pack my entire life up into boxes and bags in the past year. I will probably do a post for my one-year anniversary of my arrival in Oxford (it’s exactly a week away!!!), but right now just feels more like it than I expected. and I will never ever like having to pack and unpack and pack and unpack. but it is awfully nice to go to those places I have to pack and unpack for. It’s so worth it. I guess packing up all the things I accumulated while abroad (that now occupy my living space here) is reminding me of all that, and it makes packing all the more bearable.
but enough of me complaining about packing. Now I must go do it.
So “Teddy Roosevelt Mascot” is the best thing ive ever googled ever.
i literally can not be upset about anything ever again
having gone to many a Nats game, this is one of my favorite things about living in Washington, D.C. I shall miss it dearly this summer.
Dear 16 Year Old Me.
Please Watch
skin cancer people!
May = Melanoma Awareness Month. And this is probably the best ANYTHING about melanoma that I’ve ever seen, so I’m reblogging it for the 3rd year in a row.
After working on the beach for five summers and getting several terrible sunburns, this scares me. but it’s real and it’s important.
If you need me, I’ll be taking a bath in sunscreen.
(Source: noheaintyou)
To come home from another home is a weird feeling, because people expect you to be the person you were when you left, and that’s impossible. You expect things to be exactly the same as when you left, and that’s impossible. Maybe it’s impossible to even truly come home once you’ve gone away because of those changes. Coming home is strange, because now that place is just a tiny bit less of a home.
— Alex Brueckner, How To Come Home (via thenyes-inblue)
this is what I’ve been feeling for the past four months but couldn’t articulate. GAH
(Source: larmoyante)
They inevitably lead me to doing research. especially about things entirely unrelated to my paper topics.
For example, after following a wikipedia trail from Toulouse-Lautrec/Jane Avril to Prinz von Anhalt (the guy married to Zsa Zsa Gabor), I discovered that Autumn/Winter 2010 was not his best season - he went to the hospital twice, once for swallowing a bee and then for gluing his eye shut with nail glue. My conclusions: A) that takes talent; B) I need to actually start doing my homework.
I’ve been listening to this song for a couple hours straight today. It kind of makes sense - I’m writing about Ukiyo-e prints and Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec for my French final paper, and this just kind of has the vibe I want.
and when I’m done with this and my Proust paper, I guess I’ll just keep listening to this. Air makes me miss France.
(Source: Spotify)
Procrastinating has paid off once again!
We’d been studying Méliès in my French class, and I stumbled upon this little gem after watching The Impossible Voyage. Enjoy, my darlings.
View Larger Here is me and http://souriantescroc.tumblr.com/ met up in NYC yesterday. It was AWESOME. Here we are at Obscura.
You should put pictures from yesterday upfrom souriantescroc
I DIDN’T TAKE AS MANY AS I WANTED. WE SHOULD’VE TALKED TO THE ODD PEOPLE!!!!!
but I will.
