tea with lemon pangs

Some serious things, some silly things. Mostly just a lot of things.

(Source: inspectorgeneral, via adderr)


The Middle Ages was a very exciting time in Europe.

The Middle Ages was a very exciting time in Europe.

(Source: regndoft, via fuckthereallife)

bloodyrimbaud:

Goddammit.

bloodyrimbaud:

Goddammit.

(Source: sparkinmoo)

arthistoryeveryday:

Vivien and Merlin by Julia Margaret Cameron (1874)

arthistoryeveryday:

Vivien and Merlin by Julia Margaret Cameron (1874)

alecshao:

ee cummings - You Are Tired (I Think) - (fragment)

alecshao:

ee cummings - You Are Tired (I Think) - (fragment)

(via fuckthereallife)

angelophile:

Streetwear X-men by Andy MacDonald (Source)

(via myslumberingheart)

austinkleon:

“The beautifulness of Saturday over and over.” Lynda Barry on her unplugged life, in a (1997?) handwritten letter

I ask myself this question daily

I ask myself this question daily

(Source: lipservicelesbians)

wallacegardens:

Claude Monet and Alice Hoschedé Monet in Piazza San Marco, Venice, October 6, 1908.

wallacegardens:

Claude Monet and Alice Hoschedé Monet in Piazza San Marco, Venice, October 6, 1908.


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bomsenso:

Unusual Day - Ronald Searle

bomsenso:

Unusual Day - Ronald Searle

fuckyeahexistentialism:

ennui (one of the trendy magazines that never never capitalized the first letter of its name) was the preferred monthly journal of those who preferred to …well you know.  Not interested in this or that, they seldom looked forward to their ennui each month, but a subscription just seemed to drag on forever and a day. Lacking any focus in life, getting the subscription stopped was just more than they could focus on, so that wasn’t an option, either.  Still published today, each copy of ennui is universally greeted by its subscriber with a “meh” and then tossed onto the coffee table where it gathers dust until someone gets around to just throwing it away.

fuckyeahexistentialism:

ennui (one of the trendy magazines that never never capitalized the first letter of its name) was the preferred monthly journal of those who preferred to …well you know.  Not interested in this or that, they seldom looked forward to their ennui each month, but a subscription just seemed to drag on forever and a day. Lacking any focus in life, getting the subscription stopped was just more than they could focus on, so that wasn’t an option, either.  Still published today, each copy of ennui is universally greeted by its subscriber with a “meh” and then tossed onto the coffee table where it gathers dust until someone gets around to just throwing it away.