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stop calling it a girl dinner and call it by its formal name: Fend For Yourself dinner in an ingredients household

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#fend

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Cicada, Stages of Conventionalization

Hugo Froelich, Keramic Studio Magazine, 1905

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My Brilliant Career (1979) dir. Gillian Armstrong

My Brilliant Career tells the story of a headstrong young woman named Sybylla (played by the extraordinary Judy Davis, in her debut role), living in the Australian outback just before the turn of the 20th Century. Sybylla is the daughter of an impoverished farmer, but she yearns for something more - chiefly, a life shaped by meaningful work - and even when she gets a chance at finding true love with a handsome, well-heeled property owner (played by an almost criminally charming Sam Neill), she’s not sure love fits into her plans. Sybylla first needs to find out who she is, and to take a stab at getting what she wants out of life. (via TCM)

#SN diabolically hot in this one

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Love is the Running Towards, Shoreditch Fire Station

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Illustration From The HISTORY OF INFORMATION GRAPHICS

Statistical Atlas of the population of Paris

Taschen via Sandra Rendgen

neverniko101

who up perceiving and reacting to stimulus

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late for Australia but still, I present my terrible comic and terrible poem

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there's always something you have to pay for

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Lomochrome color ‘92 Sun-kissed

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i'm close ☹️

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Cartoon by John O'Brien for NEW YORKER magazine, 1991.

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I Know What You Think of Me

By Tim Kreider

Recently I received an e-mail that wasn’t meant for me, but was about me. I’d been cc’d by accident. This is one of the darker hazards of electronic communication, Reason No. 697 Why the Internet Is Bad — the dreadful consequence of hitting “reply all” instead of “reply” or “forward.” The context is that I had rented a herd of goats for reasons that aren’t relevant here and had sent out a mass e-mail with photographs of the goats attached to illustrate that a) I had goats, and b) it was good. Most of the responses I received expressed appropriate admiration and envy of my goats, but the message in question was intended not as a response to me but as an aside to some of the recipient’s co-workers, sighing over the kinds of expenditures on which I was frittering away my uncomfortable income. The word “oof” was used.

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Years ago a friend of mine had a dream about a strange invention; a staircase you could descend deep underground, in which you heard recordings of all the things anyone had ever said about you, both good and bad. The catch was, you had to pass through all the worst things people had said before you could get to the highest compliments at the very bottom. There is no way I would ever make it more than two and a half steps down such a staircase, but I understand its terrible logic: if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.

#all time classic