the life of an anachronism

• 2012-05-08

  (via endlessbloomability)

  Source: oldjimmy

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  thedailywhat:

  Self-Driving Car of the Day: The state of Nevada — in a move that reinforces its laissez faire approach to, well,everything — has “issued Google the nation’s first license to test self-driving cars on public streets” after conducting safety demonstrations for the DMV on the Vegas Strip.

  “They’re designed to avoid distracted driving,” said DMV director Bruce Breslow. “When you’re on the Strip and there’s a huge truck with three scantily clad women on the side, the car only sees a box.”

  Google’s license covers three test cars; the technology is expected to be ready for the market in three to five years.

  [death+taxes]

  Source: thedailywhat

• Well

  I officially have no money. I just need to get through this last bit of classes and then I HAVE to work.
  I need to get a present for Mr. Shay’s birthday and just save up some money in general…. Especially for New York.

• 2012-04-23

  Well…

  I joined a professional fraternity over the weekend—- in between shows and LONG days on set for the film. I’m now officially initiated in Delta Omicron— so, I guess that makes me Greek. This is the closest thing to Greek I’ll ever be— I never had time or a real drive to join a social sorority. And— this is pretty much the same thing— except we’re all musicians and it is co-Ed… Which actually seems like an incredibly fun time.
  And I’m excited. We had to reinstate the whole chapter— so, it’s our group starting from scratch and I’m an officer. Woot.

  And I finally get “it”. That missing link of stuff I had no understanding of prior to yesterday. Information I can’t talk about—- but highly confused me prior to actually being involved in something Greek.

  Anywhoo— excited to see what fun stuff we’ll end up doing. : )

• 2012-03-25

  

  I seriously want to take a ballroom dancing class now…. And do the dance from Top Hat at my eventual wedding……

  Source: mephistosschreck

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  oldhollywood:

  Georges Méliès (far right, standing) with his wife, Eugénie Genin (seated, with hat), and other relatives, circa 1890 (via)

  Gosh. This is the freaking best.

  Source: oldhollywood

• 2012-03-22

  This love is good enough. 
  It is what I’ve heard from fairy tales
  Sadly…….it is equally as true. 
  Sure, we can share vowels 
  in empty rooms 
  and kiss 
  in quiet places. 
  But in the spotlight,
  we are like lovers emulating love. 
  I can trace the weave of your body
  and embrace you 
  as if you were my own
  But we are hollow shrines to dead gods
   How easily can we be broken?

• 2012-03-14

  

  [Couple Kissing on Street, Man Walking By]

  Leon Levinstein

  Source: metmuseum.org

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  THE KISS (1896) - The first kiss scene in history of film, shared between May Irwin and John C. Rice.

  (via clinquantsequin)

  Source: sherloeckchen

• I am worthy. I am capable. I am real. My feet hit this ground with purpose.

  And my love is strong.

• 2012-03-09

  

  (via soverypretty)

  Source: n-o-t-r-e-a-m-o-u-r

• 2012-03-08

  resurrecttheliving:

  throughthegiftshop:

  Ophelia

  John Everett Millais and John William Waterhouse

  The bottom one. My mid-19th c doppelganger. But y’all knew that already.

  (via julietasroom)

  Source: throughthegiftshop

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  Source: fearlesswhitelies

• 2012-02-23

  

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  Source: liberta-te

• To His Coy Mistress

  Andrew Marvell (1681)

  
  Had we but world enough, and time,
  This coyness, lady, were no crime.
  We would sit down and think which way
  To walk, and pass our long love’s day;
  Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
  Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
  Of Humber would complain. I would
  Love you ten years before the Flood;
  And you should, if you please, refuse
  Till the conversion of the Jews.
  My vegetable love should grow
  Vaster than empires, and more slow.
  An hundred years should go to praise
  Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
  Two hundred to adore each breast,
  But thirty thousand to the rest;
  An age at least to every part,
  And the last age should show your heart.
  For, lady, you deserve this state,
  Nor would I love at lower rate.

  But at my back I always hear
  Time’s winged chariot hurrying near;
  And yonder all before us lie
  Deserts of vast eternity.
  Thy beauty shall no more be found,
  Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
  My echoing song; then worms shall try
  That long preserv’d virginity,
  And your quaint honour turn to dust,
  And into ashes all my lust.
  The grave’s a fine and private place,
  But none I think do there embrace.

  Now therefore, while the youthful hue
  Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
  And while thy willing soul transpires
  At every pore with instant fires,
  Now let us sport us while we may;
  And now, like am’rous birds of prey,
  Rather at once our time devour,
  Than languish in his slow-chapp’d power.
  Let us roll all our strength, and all
  Our sweetness, up into one ball;
  And tear our pleasures with rough strife
  Thorough the iron gates of life.
  Thus, though we cannot make our sun
  Stand still, yet we will make him run.