The Broke Medievalist.
There is nothing more frightful than ignorance in action.
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (via psych-quotes)
My God,” he gasped, “you’re fun to kiss.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is The Night (via endegame)

wizardlife:

#this movie is so made for tumblr

#what the fuck #i thought I had left twilight
blastedheath:

Jean Lurçat (French, 1892-1966), Le Grec, 1927. Oil on canvas, 117 x 81 cm.

blastedheath:

Jean Lurçat (French, 1892-1966), Le Grec, 1927. Oil on canvas, 117 x 81 cm.

thetpr:

indiemargaux:

kemetic-dreams:

Ethiopian freedom fighters

Beautiful.

Dope

I had something vaguely witty for this…pithy, even, but…it’s gone.

thetpr:

indiemargaux:

kemetic-dreams:

Ethiopian freedom fighters

Beautiful.

Dope

I had something vaguely witty for this…
pithy, even, but…it’s gone.

fapoleon-bonerparte:

Exploit of the Mounted Regiment in the Battle of Austerlitz by Bogdan Willewalde, 1884

fapoleon-bonerparte:

Exploit of the Mounted Regiment in the Battle of Austerlitz by Bogdan Willewalde, 1884

such a shitty night, thought this might be a good first post queued up for the morning. It’s far later than I’m comfortable with and I feel atrocious but atrocious in that dizzy way where you’re not really nauseous but your not really not nauseous and your brain feels like it is slowly being crushed by very large chunks of dolomite. Adult human DNA has been cloned (publicly, in the white hat sector) for the “first time” (paging a real life Dr. Moreau probably financed by, let’s say…Slovakia, but based on a nice island somewhere between the Indian Ocean and the Eastern Pacific Rim…maybe on that large island of trash…It makes more sense in my head, or it would, if I was up to a sense-making level of cognizance, which I am decidedly not.So here is this happy little puppy surrounded by happy little dandelions in some happy and not at all war-torn-and-heavily-mined backlot in the sprawl of the American Dream.Consider, also, that the Iron Harvest is the name given to the ordnance that was largely lain or forgotten during the Great War, but also that tussle in the Forties, now disgorged by the French/Belgian countryside…usually killing a number of cows, and also maybe a shitouttaluck herdsman or farmer or a guy just digging for the hell of it…some of the mines one side or the other placed during the Wars were kind of forgotten about, a bit…and get not so forgotten about if some cows or someone who owns cows is really hated by the universe, or maybe just the largely forgotten Gallic gods controlling the Flemish countryside….

such a shitty night, thought this might be a good first post queued up for the morning.
It’s far later than I’m comfortable with and I feel atrocious but atrocious in that dizzy way where you’re not really nauseous but your not really not nauseous and your brain feels like it is slowly being crushed by very large chunks of dolomite.

Adult human DNA has been cloned (publicly, in the white hat sector) for the “first time” (paging a real life Dr. Moreau probably financed by, let’s say…Slovakia, but based on a nice island somewhere between the Indian Ocean and the Eastern Pacific Rim…maybe on that large island of trash…

It makes more sense in my head, or it would, if I was up to a sense-making level of cognizance, which I am decidedly not.

So here is this happy little puppy surrounded by happy little dandelions in some happy and not at all war-torn-and-heavily-mined backlot in the sprawl of the American Dream.

Consider, also, that the Iron Harvest is the name given to the ordnance that was largely lain or forgotten during the Great War, but also that tussle in the Forties, now disgorged by the French/Belgian countryside…usually killing a number of cows, and also maybe a shitouttaluck herdsman or farmer or a guy just digging for the hell of it…
some of the mines one side or the other placed during the Wars were kind of forgotten about, a bit…and get not so forgotten about if some cows or someone who owns cows is really hated by the universe, or maybe just the largely forgotten Gallic gods controlling the Flemish countryside….

After getting out of the shower, and seeing my girlfriend looking in my direction

uncutting:

Me: You’re staring at my penis.
Girlfriend: Actually I’m staring at your thigh.
Me: Oh :(
Girlfriend: Don’t flatter yourself.
Me: :(

After getting out of the shower, and seeing my girlfriend looking in my direction

uncutting:

Me: You’re staring at my penis.
Girlfriend: Actually I’m staring at your thigh.
Me: Oh :(
Girlfriend: Don’t flatter yourself.
Me: :(

geekearth:

Pam and Cheryl