Well that's offensive, poor thing.

The Washington Post, June 23, 1912

I can't not share anything that has to do with one of my favorite Fleetwood Mac songs.

Moonlight Eclipse by Alberto Vargas // “Spare Me A Little Of Your Love” by Fleetwood Mac

requested by anonymous

I'm pretty sure that this is one of my cat's ancestors.

The St. Louis Star and Times, Missouri, May 10, 1910

I fucking hate James Tissot’s paintings because in ALL OF THEM there is ALWAYS someone staring right at you, but it’s not always immediately visible. You just feel watched by this mf. Sometimes the little shit is right there at the centre, but others the bastard is just gazing from the distance, it is CREEPY, my guys

Preach.

KRISTEN BELL as ELEANOR SHELLSTROP THE GOOD PLACE | S02E07, Derek

There are a lot of things that I prefer about Odyssey over Valhalla, and this gif set is a great example of one of those things - the game can figure out how to not take itself seriously. There’s some goofiness mixed into the Greek tragedy of all of it. Those damn chickens are vicious.

ASSASSIN’S CREED: ODYSSEY Kill the other “Eagle bearer.”

Me handling difficult situations.

Me when my best friend has plans when I try to schedule something with her.

“And I remembered now, too, my inadvertent youthful condescension, when the woman had said, apologizing for some information she couldn’t recall, “I still remember the coat I wore when I was five, but I have no idea what I ate for breakfast today.” I’d laughed and smiled in warm sympathy. How sweet, I had thought, she remembers her coat. She must have loved it not to have forgotten. But the coat wouldn’t ask any effort of preservation. Feeling ninety, and no longer five, there would be the real effort. Telling that five-year old girl, in her beautiful coat, You’re all finished. Submerged. Obsolete. We are ghosts of ourselves, and of others, and all of these ghosts appear perfectly real.”

— Susan Choi, My Education

Me, every day at work.

The Good Place S4E01 - “ A Girl from Arizona Part 2 “

I'll never forget watching this episode of BoJack for the first time and the gut wrench I felt once this poem clicked with me.

I felt it a lot watching that episode - and the show in general - but nothing can match the knot in my stomach the first time I saw this scene.

Absolutely the best show on television.

The View From Halfway Down 

it’s all okay, it would be. were you not now halfway down.

I swear, I've never related to a cartoon character* more than Steven right here.

Sad SU is over, but so glad it was here. It treated kids like people able to understand complicated and tough issues - and it made adults more empathetic to those issues too.

I hope my students never stop smiling at the little Steven on my desk.

*ok, I've related to aspects of Diane Nguyen, BoJack, and Todd, but those go without saying

connie’s speech - steven universe: future finale

4.09 | 4.13

*sobs*

the good place:  september 19th 2016 - january 30th 2020

For some reason this really hits the Henry Darger meets Bosch button for me. What the hell is the #nut hashtag? 

Richard Dadd — who died today in 1886 — was a young British painter of huge promise who fell into mental illness while touring the Mediterranean in the early 1840s. He spent over forty years in lunatic asylums but never gave up his calling, producing mesmerisingly detailed watercolours and oil paintings of which The Fairy Feller’s Master-Stroke (details here) is now the most well known. The picture’s history encapsulates the peculiar rise and, if not fall, then at least suspension, of its maker’s reputation, and indeed raises the question of what happens to any long-dead forgotten genius after they’ve been rediscovered. Read more in Nicholas Tromans’ essay “Richard Dadd’s Master Stroke” — click link in bio and search “dadd”.⠀ .⠀ .⠀ .⠀ .⠀ .⠀ #richarddadd #fairy #fairies #fairyfelersmasterstroke #illustration #painting #nut #onthisday #otd #art https://www.instagram.com/p/B7CHqqHJERv/?igshid=1ikka83wkmhmj

Me.

The Evening World, New York, September 1, 1921

Well, he was half right.

The Evening Herald, Ottawa, Kansas, January 27, 1902