May 19th, 2012

I just listened to this song 7 times in a row, and have no intention to stop.

May 14th, 2012
greypoppies:

rufflesnotdiets:

lord-kitschener:

Girls these days have no self-respect, showing their ankles and bobbing their hair like they are!

Duh, they let us have the vote.  

God, who thought only 10 years later we’d have sluts flaunting their shoulders like that?

greypoppies:

rufflesnotdiets:

lord-kitschener:

Girls these days have no self-respect, showing their ankles and bobbing their hair like they are!

Duh, they let us have the vote.  

God, who thought only 10 years later we’d have sluts flaunting their shoulders like that?

(via sydneyflapper)

May 10th, 2012
May 9th, 2012

Fuck dis noise, I’m too exhausted for all my neurosis.

May 8th, 2012
rookiemag:

acehotel:

“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”
Maurice Sendak, rest in peace.

My favorite story. -Lauren R.

rookiemag:

acehotel:

“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”

Maurice Sendak, rest in peace.

My favorite story. -Lauren R.
May 6th, 2012
May 5th, 2012

Dear Sir:

I like words. I like fat buttery words, such as ooze, turpitude, glutinous, toady. I like solemn, angular, creaky words, such as straitlaced, cantankerous, pecunious, valedictory. I like spurious, black-is-white words, such as mortician, liquidate, tonsorial, demi-monde. I like suave “V” words, such as Svengali, svelte, bravura, verve. I like crunchy, brittle, crackly words, such as splinter, grapple, jostle, crusty. I like sullen, crabbed, scowling words, such as skulk, glower, scabby, churl. I like Oh-Heavens, my-gracious, land’s-sake words, such as tricksy, tucker, genteel, horrid. I like elegant, flowery words, such as estivate, peregrinate, elysium, halcyon. I like wormy, squirmy, mealy words, such as crawl, blubber, squeal, drip. I like sniggly, chuckling words, such as cowlick, gurgle, bubble and burp.

I like the word screenwriter better than copywriter, so I decided to quit my job in a New York advertising agency and try my luck in Hollywood, but before taking the plunge I went to Europe for a year of study, contemplation and horsing around.

I have just returned and I still like words.

May I have a few with you?

Robert Pirosh
385 Madison Avenue
Room 610
New York
Eldorado 5-6024

My new favorite job application letter, from 1934. He ended up winning an Oscar for screenwriting!

(via Letters of Note)

We like words too.

(via good)

(Source: megangreenwell, via my-ear-trumpet)

brazenswing:

Alexander Tinei: Music Teacher, 2009.

brazenswing:

Alexander Tinei: Music Teacher, 2009.

(via vowelsarenice)

May 4th, 2012
bunnypudding:

“Shark Girl in Pink” by Casey Riordan Millard

bunnypudding:

“Shark Girl in Pink” by Casey Riordan Millard

(Source: belovedbeard)