infiltration:

sometimes i realize there are so many things i won’t remember in 50 years like the way the sky looked this morning and all the dogs i saw today and my mom’s voice and i get so sad i never want to forget

(via wild-moss)

"It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere."

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via sizefox)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via fiterrific)

"I like to write. I like to choose the right word, I like to write the right sentence. It’s just like gardening or something. You put the seed into the soil at the right time, in the right place."

— Haruki Murakami - The Guardian (via murakamistuff)

"It was 60 years ago today, 8 September 1954, that George had his first day at the Liverpool Institute (the ‘Inny’ to Scousers).
“George hated Liverpool Institute from the start. He resented the lessons and despised almost all the teachers. ‘I was a real lout in my youth. When I was a kid I liked to run about, jump, do all those things kids do, but then they took me away and put me in high school where we didn’t do anything except Latin and logarithms.’ On his first day, 8 September 1954, another new boy, Tony Workman, jumped on his back from behind a door and said, ‘Do you wanna fight, la?’ They did, and then became friends. George’s closest Institute pal was Arthur Kelly, who lived in Edge Hill; along with Tony Workman, they all began in form 3E, and owing to alphabetical arrangement Harrison and Kelly were seated next to each other. They quickly found much in common, not least a comprehensive dislike of pretty much everything going on hereabouts. They and Tony became a terrible trio in the eyes of the school’s begowned masters, intent upon doing as little work and extracting as much fun as possible, and if that meant being disruptive then it meant being disruptive. ‘Harrison, Kelly and Workman - get out!’ would be barked as frequently at the Institute as ‘Lennon and Shotton - get out!’ at Quarry Bank.
George’s frustrations were expressed through unruly behaviour and use of fists. ‘I was never a bully except in the first few years of grammar school, trying to deal with frustrations, punching a few people. You can’t smile, and [it was] “Be here,” and “Shut up!”, and exams every year and the teachers were either old war veterans with no legs or eyes or [they were] fresh out of college. That’s when the darkness came in, that was where my frustrations started. You would punch people just to get it out of your system.’”"

— (Quote from All These Years - Tune In by Mark Lewisohn)

(Source: thateventuality)

greeneyes55:

New York 1950s
Photo: Jay Maisel 

greeneyes55:

New York 1950s

Photo: Jay Maisel 

(via elizabitchtaylor)

decadentlullaby:

When women used to be depressed or were not “taking care of their men” properly their husbands could send them to the psych ward for attitude adjustments. This was part of conditioning them to always wear a smile. They believed that if a woman saw herself smiling that it would become natural practice and that she would be “cured”. This often went along with shock therapies. 
I found this post on Facebook with comments made by people with loved ones who wore these for the reasons mentioned above. After finding this story, I did a Google search and found out about a school in Budapest that used these masks for treatment of depression after World War 2. So yes, these stories are true.

decadentlullaby:

When women used to be depressed or were not “taking care of their men” properly their husbands could send them to the psych ward for attitude adjustments. This was part of conditioning them to always wear a smile. They believed that if a woman saw herself smiling that it would become natural practice and that she would be “cured”. This often went along with shock therapies.

I found this post on Facebook with comments made by people with loved ones who wore these for the reasons mentioned above. After finding this story, I did a Google search and found out about a school in Budapest that used these masks for treatment of depression after World War 2. So yes, these stories are true.

(via elizabitchtaylor)

notenoughtosurvive:

unamusedsloth:

Nude Portraits series by photographer Trevor Christensen

This is my new favorite thing

(via rabocini)

allthingseurope:

Brno, Czech Republic  (by Cieguilla)

allthingseurope:

Brno, Czech Republic  (by Cieguilla)