I am an atlas of smoke

chaliceandsword:

cannot stop thinking abt the paris review’s essay series on the history of significance of certain colours, hue’s hue:

• Periwinkle, the Color of Poison, Modernism, and Dusk
• Eau de Nil, the Light-Green Color of Egypt-Obsessed Europe
• Marian Blue, the Color of Angels, Virgins, and Other Untouchable Things
• Incarnadine, the Bloody Red of Fashionable Cosmetics and Shakespearean Poetics
• Jonquil, the Light Yellow of Early Flowers, Mad Painters, and Dust Bowl–Era Pottery
• Scheele’s Green, the Color of Fake Foliage and Death
• Lilac, the Color of Half Mourning, Doomed Hotels, and Fashionable Feelings
• Hooker’s Green: The Color of Apple Trees and Envy
• Blaze Orange, the Color of Fear, Warnings, and the Artificial
• Chartreuse, the Color of Elixirs, Flappers, and Alternate Realities
• Living Coral, the Brutal Hue of Climate Change and Brand New iPhones
• Mustard, the Color of Millennial Candidates, Problematic Lattes, and Aboriginal Paintings
• Russet, the Color of Peasants, Fox Fur, and Penance
• Verdigris: The Color of Oxidation, Statues, and Impermanence

ndiecity:

space-nougat-deactivated2020052:

ndiecity:

I wish I had the ability

to do what?

Yeah

phoenixwrites:

pocket-sized-dr-dana-scully:

glumshoe:

“influencer” is such a sinister title. it’s got all the menace of “royal adviser” but none of the raw sex appeal.

whenever I hear “influencer” I think of this

liriusworlfaws:

hoshifromkpop:

sheherzog:

filthybonnet:

momo-de-avis:

momo-de-avis:

I fucking hate James Tissot’s paintings because in ALL OF THEM there is ALWAYS someone staring right at you, but it’s not always immediately visible. You just feel watched by this mf. Sometimes the little shit is right there at the centre, but others the bastard is just gazing from the distance, it is CREEPY, my guys

STOP STARING AT ME, THIS IS DISCONCERTING AS FUCK

I think this is hilarious. We’ve been caught.

owlssin:

They really expect me to watch the first season without thinking these two are sleeping together

harmony:

must you finish a thought? is it not enough to

chippyyyz:

yo-its-matt:

yo-its-matt:

Babygirl I’m popping joints that paleontologists don’t even know about

No, fuck. Chiropractors

Yo mama so old her chiropractor is a paleontologist

simtunes:

simtunes:

did you know that there’s a Disney gated community. and it’s not even just near disney world it’s literally ON disney property. All of the houses are “subtly” disney themed which means they’re all decorated in that generic modern rich person all white style when you have a lot of money but your taste is not good or bad. So it’s these empty white rooms with wall art of fucking Goofy or some shit. Mosaics on the walls of Tarzan. Secret buzz lightyear in the walk in closet.

People LIVE here. Imagine being a child and growing up here. Hell, imagine some woman who lives here having a home birth. What if you were born in the same room as a statue of Peter Pan. What would that do to you

it’s called Golden Oak if you want to subject yourself to more nonsense

Heh, if our ancestors could have the houses full of statues and pictures of mythical, legendary, literary and famous historical characters/people, why not Mickey Mouse? It is, in its essence, the very same thing.

(it’s the problem of property vs. leasing and limitations of personal rights in gated US neighbourhoods which concerns me.)

my grandma has a whole old-ish set of plates with the most famous scenes from Dickens which I consider the same, albeit a much, mucyh better quality, as my plates with Star Wars XD(