(Source: thegestianpoet)
You rang?
(Source: earthtreadingstar)
“You go to a cafe and you bring a copy of Sartre and Le Monde. There’s a cute dog under the table next to you. So after you read the news and the philosophy, you may pet the dog, flirt with someone at another table, and talk about some trivial gossip. All these things are part of being human. You don’t become stupid when you turn away from the philosophy and pet the dog. People are complex and multifaceted. When you talk to people who say it dumbs down the audience to have cute animals, the truth is nobody has a choice: because Facebook and Twitter are perfect Paris cafes.” - Jonah Peretti
Relevant to my interests/GPOY/Spirit Animal/Words to live by
(EDIT- PS: did you hear that? We’re in Paris, y’all!!)
Baisers volés (Stolen Kisses), François Truffaut, 1968
GPOY. (Sometimes I want to know, and sometimes I think “fuck them! Who cares what they think.”)
KILL IT WITH FIRE!
“UGH, sloppy seconds AGAIN?” - Miss Johnson
(Source: world-shaker)
(via PULP FICTION | VISUALLY GRIPPING PAPERBACK ART OF THE ’50s & ’60s)
Bookish sluts FTW!
GREY GARDENS is for rent this summer. See HERE.
ABOVE is Big and LIttle Edie’s room, all fixed up.
I HAVE ACTUALLY slept in that bed. That is not a lie. But the house is very nice now, and you have to bring your own raccoons.
IF YOU RENT IT, please invite me.
That is all.
DOES IT COME WITH ITS OWN MARBLE FAUN?
If people still sent telegrams I’m sure I would’ve sent this one by now.
A telegram from Dorothy Parker to publisher and editor Pascal Covici. (via)
