I was thinking about it! I actually sent it over to my bro & pop because they are such fans.

I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books.

— C.S. Lewis (via talkativolive)

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wifeofwrath:

The Tarahumara People of Northern Mexico via National Geographic

(via nevermetarose)

angrywhistler:

Jason Shawn Alexander

lionskeleton:

Art Hansen

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withswimminggait:

vintageanchor:

Cupcakes de libros de Victoria’s Kitchen.

WANT

*whisper*: these cupcakes with books on them */whisper*

withswimminggait:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Lookin’ good, F. Scott Fitzgerald. Maybe Midnight in Paris would have been watchable if they’d somehow incorporated this. 

sherlockscoat:

thegestianpoet:

fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Here’s another picture of F. Scott Fitzgerald in drag.

Hot damn.

the original

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fuckyeahbeatniks:

Vintage Allen Ginsberg poster for a Sydney, Australia reading

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withswimminggait:

Things I notice:

1. face/beard crazy pointy

2. EXCELLENT EMBROIDERY, BROCADES, TASSELS, AND LACE, SIR

3. …watch out for the creepy cat in the corner

fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Peter Saltonstall

HOLY SHIT THAT CAT

CAT ASSASSIN

Did Peter Saltonstall die by CAT

A young John Gielgud as Hamlet.

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withswimminggait:

OKAY. 

YOUR PARADISE AWAITS.

(Source: dahliadaisie)

SONG
            
            
I'm going to New York!
(what a lark! what a song!)
where the tough Rocky's eaves
hit the sea. Where th'Acro-
polis is functional, the trains
that run and shout! the books
that have trousers and sleeves!


I'm going to New York!
(quel voyage! jamais plus!)
far from Ypsilanti and Flint!
where Goodman rules the Empire
and the sunlight's eschato-
logy upon the wizard's bridges
and the galleries of print!


I'm going to New York!
(to my friends! mes semblables!)
I suppose I'll walk back West.
But for now I'm gone forever!
the city's hung with flashlights!
the Ferry's unbuttoning its vest!


[1951]