[teashoesandhair]

One cool fact that I think more people should know is that, in the late 18th and early 19th century, it was Quite Trendy for people to take their maiden name, or the maiden name of one of their ancestors, and use it as a first name for their daughters, which is why Henry Portman of Mompesson House, who married Anne Wyndham, had a daughter named Wyndham Portman, and is also why Seymour Fleming (she of Scandalous Lady W fame) was named after her grandmother, Jane Seymour, and is also why

I have a direct ancestor

called

Mallet

[teashoesandhair]

It might interest the scholars amongst you to also know that one of Mallet's descendants was a priest who died of an enormous heart attack in the pulpit whilst leading his congregation in a particularly stirring rendition of Nearer my God to Thee, which I think is somehow probably Mallet's fault, because he really hit the nail on the fucking head

[jordisstigander]

My dad's family had a tradition of naming the third son Tempest after the third son was born at sea in the middle of a storm they thought would sink the ship.

Red hair ran in the family. Fortunately for my father, the third son and childhood redhead, his parents broke with tradition.

[zendadya]

FRIENDS (1994-2004) 7x04: "The One with Rachel's Assistant".

[miseria-fortes-viros]

they dont tell you this but like half of adulthood is just washing the same FUCKING pan

[miseria-fortes-viros]

WASHING THE FUCKING PAN AGAIN!!!!!

[caffedinotte-deactivated2018020]

not to be a nerd but it’s so crazy how he (Bernini) really did that from cold hard stone……. truly a spectacle, truly breathtaking, an honor to behold

[dontgetmadgetmaddie]

I think you should know he was 23 when he finished this and the ass gets a lot of attention but the hand on Persepina’s side/tummy is also exquisite

[assignedfaggatbirth]

before i saw the caption I knew that HAD to be bernini.

I try not to make sweeping statements but I think there’s a case to be made for bernini as the greater sculptor there’s ever been.

here’s his bust of costanza bonarelli

here’s apollo and daphne from the front, where she’s mostly human

from the back, where she’s mostly tree

and details

[bogleech]

this is the one art form I genuinely just cannot get my brain to accept as real. I’ve watched sped-up videos of it being done, read about it, seen in-progress marble statues and I still just can’t get it to sink in or stick. My mind doesn’t want to believe that any person has ever been able to start with a big block and break little bits off of it until it looks like a finely detailed person. At some point it has no recognizable shape and they still know where and how deep they should take a chip out of it that’ll still be the right decision 50,000 fucking chips later?!?

[butteredtoastcrumbs]

The Ecstasy of Saint Teresa has a hidden skylight for gold rays of actual light to shine down on their expressions and clothes and clouds.

[ripvaccinated2017-2021-deactiva]

pregnancy is a hoax the baby sprouts out the ground ive seen it happen

[ripvaccinated2017-2021-deactiva]

People pretend to be pregnant for clout it started with one woman named dvd and people been chasing the same high since

[ripvaccinated2017-2021-deactiva]

meant eve

[uknow]

THE BREAKFAST CLUB (1985)

[humansofnewyork]

“We were high school sweethearts. He came up to me in the hallway one day and I said: absolutely not. I was an honor student. He was smoking weed, running around, getting in trouble. My parents moved our family away from the inner city for a reason, and it was to get away from all that. But I knew his family. I knew where he’d come from. And also: sometimes I can see things. I’d pay attention. I’d watch him with his friends. And I could tell: this is not him. I knew he didn’t see himself in that space forever. And that’s been the most beautiful thing, of like, everything. Watching that transition. Seeing it all from the beginning: him figuring out that he was worthy of more. It took a while. There were times he messed up, and I won’t make excuses for that. There were lulls. We’d date other people for a while, but every time he’d come back hard. And not just like: ‘I’m sorry, babe. Please take me back.’ He’d put in more effort. He’d grow. And now he’s gotten to a place where he has a much better understanding of his existence. He’s a vegan. He meditates every day. And he’s very serious about it; he’s descriptive about the reasons he changed his life. A lot’s been thrown at him recently. Both of us work at underprivileged schools, which can be exhausting. But I’ve seen him stay up for twenty-four hours, go to work, then come home and still be present. He’s a nurturing father. He’s a protector. It wasn’t always in him. But it’s in him now. And not to toot my own horn, but I saw it. What I saw was this. Exactly this.”

[humansofnewyork]

“My grandmother got us out of foster care, piece by piece. At one point there were like fifteen kids in her home: all my siblings, all my cousins. She worked all the time, sewing linings into hats for Jewish men. There was a room in the basement with four sewing machines, and everyone had to do their part. It was tough love. But she kept us together. My mother never came to visit, not even once. Not even on weekends. And I was a curious kid, so that killed me: never knowing why. But every morning I got to wake up with my siblings and my cousins, and I was thankful for that. That was beautiful. And our grandmother gave us that. One morning when I was twelve she sat me down, and said: ‘Your mother wants you back, but you’re welcome to stay.’ She gave me that choice. And I decided to move in with my mother. By that time she’d gotten clean. And she showed me love. Way more love. Way more. Not in the way of: I’m going to give you a hug, or a kiss. But listening. Like, I’m listening to you. My grandmother was stretched too thin for one-on-one. So I’d never felt heard as a child. But my mother would take me on these long walks. She’d let me talk and talk. She’d be my ear. She taught me that I have a personality. I never knew I had a personality. It was always just wake up and do what everyone else does. My mother showed me how to be happy. She was so joyful. She wore the brightest clothes. She was like a rainbow in a person, and she became my best friend. She died of a heart attack when I was fifteen; she died in my arms. And part of me is always going to feel broken because of that. That’s the part I don’t show my kids, you know. The part that still feels alone. But we had three years together. And during that time she answered all my questions; that’s what I’m most thankful for. She was an open book. She told me her trauma, her story. How she met my father. How she was introduced to a lifestyle that she just didn’t know about. How she got so addicted, and how she never wanted me to see her like that. Not even once. Now I’ll never have to wonder. She gave me the gift of knowing. Knowing why she did what she did. But mainly, knowing what having a mom feels like.”

[humansofnewyork]

“It had to be terrifying for my parents. They came from St. Kitts with nothing. It was moment-to-moment, paycheck-to-paycheck. At one point we were living in a one bedroom apartment with eight kids. It was chaos. There was always something happening: fighting over the remote control, or whose clothes, or whose shoes. But we also had each other for happiness. All of us were going through the same thing. The whole family shared a single camera, a point and shoot. Everybody got a turn. And it got used a lot. Today if you go into my home, or my dad’s home, you’re going to find a bunch of albums. Whenever we get together, we’ll take them out. It’s mainly just photos of the day-to-day stuff: birthdays, holidays. Maybe a picture of us all sitting at a table, eating a meal. But if you think about it real quick: that’s what life really is. Some of my happiest moments are just eating with my family. Food, laughter, and a lot of people. That’s love to me. Nobody’s thinking about what happened before we sat down. Nobody’s worried about what’s going to happen when we leave. We just trying to get this food.”

[humansofnewyork]

“When I was fifteen I was trying to lose weight by eating tomato sandwiches. And man, it actually tasted good. You put salt and pepper, and some mayonnaise. That’s all I ate. Only problem is I live in the Bronx around a lot of Spanish people, and they always got nicknames and shit. So now my name is Tomato. I work at the stadium. But I don’t get to be at the games; I work overnights cleaning up. It’s like, fuck that. But I don’t work harder, I work smarter, I get lit. Today’s my day off so I’m just riding. I had to pull over real quick to switch to a different song. I need a song to go with the vibe. I got my suit on. I’m hyped, happy, sun is out. Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’. That’s what I need. That’s my song right there. Wooooo! It makes me want to rush. It makes me want to do all types of exciting things. It makes me want to go to Italy and ride a Vespa. It makes me want to go to space. Play Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’ and give me a force field. I’d probably do it. I’d go to space.”

[memeclassheroes]

[memeclassheroes]

[catchymemes]

[lordgroose]

my favorite work memory from this store will always be “hey remember when the subway inside the store closed down and they let me take a bunch of their shit for free and now it lives inside my house?”

my life is a joke

[aropride]

like does anyone else still feel the exact same age they were in march 2020 like 90% of the time

[diosaurr-deactivated20240629]

[suget]

@yuujilove (…) @starlitheaven

[ot3]

there's an episode of malcolm in the middle where he just shuts up and stops complaining for awhile and it immediately starts to significantly improve his life but also it causes him an ulcer and by the end of the episode he is literally spitting up blood and i have always deeply and unshakably believed that is exactly how the situation would play out for me too