Hodgepodge

This is some stuff I like.




stilllifequickheart:

Helen Lucas
Orchid 25
21st century

stilllifequickheart:

Helen Lucas

Orchid 25

21st century




Ralph Waldo Emerson’s letter to Walt Whitman about Leaves of Grass.

“I am not blind to the worth of the wonderful gift of “Leaves Of Grass.” I find it the most extraordinary piece of wit and wisdom that America has yet contributed. I am very happy in reading it, as great power makes us happy.”

(Source: bookshavepores, via fuckyeahmanuscripts)

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(Source: mrgolightly, via parksandrecgifs)

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slaughterhouse90210:

The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you.”― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
 

slaughterhouse90210:

The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you.”
― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

 




nprfreshair:

We know you’re not supposed to play with your food, but we couldn’t resist posting these illustrations by artist, Hong Yi.  For nearly a month now, she has been creating fun illustrations with food. The parameters for the project were that only a backdrop of a white plate could be used and that the image had to be entirely made of food.  You can see more of her illustrations here.

(via thisiscolossal)

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Now I’ve got reading material for the next, oh, twenty years or so. :)



edromyheart:

RIP Richard Griffiths, a tremendous actor.

(Source: renaissancecrow, via thatparticularmoment)

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beatonna:

via NYPL
Readers and reading were sources of constant interest to artists in the Romantic period. The young woman shown here holds Matthew Gregory Lewis’s “terror-gothic” The Monk (1796). A phantasmagoria of murder, suicide, corruption, and incest, it is one of the few novels for which nineteenth-century disapproval might still seem justified, and it was blamed for considerable moral degradation. The subject of Comfort heats her posterior along with her imagination.
There ain’t nothin’ feel so good as a warm butt with a phantasmagoria 

beatonna:

via NYPL

Readers and reading were sources of constant interest to artists in the Romantic period. The young woman shown here holds Matthew Gregory Lewis’s “terror-gothic” The Monk (1796). A phantasmagoria of murder, suicide, corruption, and incest, it is one of the few novels for which nineteenth-century disapproval might still seem justified, and it was blamed for considerable moral degradation. The subject of Comfort heats her posterior along with her imagination.


There ain’t nothin’ feel so good as a warm butt with a phantasmagoria 



slaughterhouse90210:

“That ‘writers write’ is meant to be self-evident. People like to say it. I find it is hardly ever true. Writers drink. Writers rant. Writers phone. Writers sleep. I have met very few writers who write at all.”—Renata Adler, Speedboat

slaughterhouse90210:

“That ‘writers write’ is meant to be self-evident. People like to say it. I find it is hardly ever true. Writers drink. Writers rant. Writers phone. Writers sleep. I have met very few writers who write at all.”
—Renata Adler, Speedboat



nprfreshair:

This lady knows how to party.
Incredible photos of exotic dancers from the 1890s.

nprfreshair:

This lady knows how to party.


Incredible photos of exotic dancers from the 1890s.