teathattast:

vintagefud:

casgirl:

Starting a collection

renaissancecowboy:

allegories of the five senses, in order: sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell (1617-1618) by jan brueghel the elder & peter paul rubens

katabasisdyke:

when masc women go “yeah?” in that specific voice they do i literally hear my pussy make the windows startup sound

delicatecombat:

Urs Fischer

etherealacademia:

photos from my visit to Peleș castle in România

why do you have bad memories from helping landlady take care of kofu when he was a baby? what did he do?

straycatj:

straycatj:

straycatj:

It was nothing but a bad memory

It was also a bad memory!!

But, everyone rest assumed, please…because it’s the pucture of them just now.

inthefallofasparrow:

woolandflax:

woolandflax:

woolandflax:

Ha I wonder how many strokes the most complex Chinese character has like maybe eightee-

Has a Chinese son, names him bèng-dá, and he hates me

My beloved son 䨻龘 just trying to write his name in kindergarten

radicalgraff:

“ANAL / All Nazis Are Losers”

Sticker seen in Vienna, Austria

thickness-protection-program:

iftye:

me talking in the tags on tumblr dot com

Me reading your tags on tumblr dot com

lower-ones-eyes:

dni-archive:

ALT

ALT

chaotic-archaeologist:

ancient-rome-au:

froody:

froody:

froody:

Historical reproductions should be more widely available. I want an ancient Roman shrimp ring more than anything.

I DON’T want the real thing. I want an affordable reproduction I can wear places and make people ask “what’s up with the shrimp ring?” and I get to explain that nobody really knows. It was just a fun fad 1900 years ago.

Ancient Roman seafood crime boss making you kiss his shrimp ring to swear loyalty

reblog if you would kiss the ring

THIS is the one true ring babey!!! That other one can get chucked into a volcano for all I care

doyouknowwhatimeme:

huffylemon:

prinnamon:

prinnamon:

so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone’s blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it’s just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else’s apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch

reblog if i can wander into your apartment (blog) and make myself lunch (like and reblog as if it’s my dash)