Mustard Gas and Roses

23 year old unemployed graveyard wanderer. This is how I fill my time other than eating string cheese and reading fantasy books all day long.

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Nancy Wake, who has died in London just before her 99th birthday, was a New Zealander brought up in Australia. She became a nurse, a journalist who interviewed Adolf Hitler, a wealthy French socialite, a British agent and a French resistance leader. She led 7,000 guerrilla fighters in battles against the Nazis in the northern Auvergne, just before the D-Day landings in 1944. On one occasion, she strangled an SS sentry with her bare hands. On another, she cycled 500 miles to replace lost codes. In June 1944, she led her fighters in an attack on the Gestapo headquarters at Montlucon in central France. Ms Wake was furious the TV series [later made about her life] suggested she had had a love affair with one of her fellow fighters. She was too busy killing Nazis for amorous entanglements, she said. Nancy recalled later in life that her parachute had snagged in a tree. The French resistance fighter who freed her said he wished all trees bore “such beautiful fruit.” Nancy retorted: “Don’t give me that French shit.”

“Resistance heroine who led 7,000 men against the Nazis,” The Independent. (via limeys)

This is just as wonderful every time I read it.

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Princess Mignon (Marie) of Romania.

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karen elson in dolce and gabbana

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Fan Bingbing x Klimt

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Melanie from Baltimore laying down the truth to Vice reporters during a livestream.

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That thing where you can’t explain to your doctor why you’ve lost weight because it’s actually due to hanging out with a cute boy who makes you so nervous you can only take 5 bites of food at dinner.

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How do people meet other people for romantic stuff when your friends don’t pick them out for you?

I quit. Someone let me know when they’ve found a cute dude who meets all my requirements and I’ll stubbornly refuse to initiate conversation while he makes me food.

Stupid.

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Have you been spewing from both ends due to possible salmonella poisoning? Look fly as fuck so that you can show your intestines who's boss and the girls at work that even if you have to take a few diarrhea breaks you can own your shit. 

See what I did there.

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Match #231

Details at Rodarte Fall 2008 | Artwork by Cliff Briggie

More matches here

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A Favorite Memory (which I use to remind myself that life is sometimes pretty magical and I should stop pining for the future all the time).

I have travelled to Vienna with peers from my Graduate program. We are staying in a hostel with one extra person who is not in our group. He snores. I have to move my mattress to the stairwell foyer of our room. 

We decide to visit "Mozart's Grave". Mozart isn't actually buried here, but its where his tombstone lies, and where other famous Austrians are buried. We go despite the short-coming of no prodigal performer's corpse.

The graveyard has been swallowed by industrial Austrian architecture. We hike behind an office building, past parking lots, alongside warehouses until there is a small copse in front of us. We have forgotten it is All Souls Night. Two of us are Catholics, but not devout enough to have remembered this. In honor of the holiday candles burn at each headstone.

The cemetery is laid out like a capital T, but with many crossing rows parted by one central column. By silent agreement we disperse, each following their own inner monologue to a statue which speaks to them. I look around through the naked trees. I can see the silhouettes of my friends against a backdrop of darkening indigo. The candles illuminate only pieces of them; their hands, the front of a jacket, a shin. After a while we all congregate around Mozart's fake grave. We note its beauty, its worthlessness. 

We get cold. We walk back through graveyard, back through the industrial complexes, back through time. We forget this moment until it is winter and we are lonely and we need to remember it again.

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Harry Potter

Harry Potter goes up to the counter and orders a butterbeer latte because Dumbledore told him to, and he’s pretty sure he can trust that guy.

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On this day in history I put no makeup on, read a lot, wrote two postcards, kissed my cat's tummy, and made a perfect tortilla de patata con avocado. They don't normally come with avocados, but I couldn't resist.

This is the look of self-satisfaction.