I have this assignment where I’m supposed to write a defense of Descartes against Hume, and we have an option to do that thing where you write as if you actually are Descartes, and because the professor for this class is a French literature professor I really really really want to hand it in in French because that would be hilarious, but alas I haven’t had French in over five years and the only people I know here who are fluent and could help me translate it, I can’t ask for help. *tortured sigh*

Anonymous said: What's your favorite meat?

the fuck sort of question is that?

Update on the case of the mysterious cookie-gifter: So I have a real actual secret admirer now. No more whiteboard messages. We’ve started exchanging notes on paper instead. They left me a fragment of a Thomas Moore poem in their last note, so now I have to figure out an piece of poetry to reply with. That seems like the only narratively appropriate response right? Apparently I only know them as “a glimpse in the hallway or on doorsteps at night” so I don’t even have a chance of guessing who they are. It’s all very dramatic and suspenseful.

martysimone:

Edge o’ Beyond | “Naomi” bra & “Benjamin” & “Michael” body jewellery (which can be attached to the bra) | FW2014 Debut Collection

martysimone:

Edge o’ Beyond | “Naomi” bra & “Benjamin” & “Michael” body jewellery (which can be attached to the bra) | FW2014 Debut Collection

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spacetravelco:

Geographical and astronomical illustrations from the mid-1800s

by John Philipps Emslie

(several via the Wellcome Collection)

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beauxbatons:

when im dead sext me through a ouija board

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salikawood:

The UnderwoodsThere are two kinds of pain. The sort of pain that makes you strong, or useless pain. The sort of pain that’s only suffering. I have no patience for useless things. 

listen / download

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collectorsweekly:

“Two Edwardian women fencing, 1908.”

collectorsweekly:

Two Edwardian women fencing, 1908.”

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Hamlet. Denmark’s a prison. Rosencrantz. Then is the world one. Hamlet. A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards and dungeons, Denmark being one o’ the worst.” - Campbell Scott’s Hamlet (2000)

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Anonymous said: Whats your opinion on: button down shirts, pigs in a blanket, and dogs on couches?

Assuming these aren’t some new euphemisms the kids are using these days (never know, given the way my nonnies have been lately):

  • Button downs: No one ever uses the term “button down shirt” correctly, and I try not to be pedantic about it, but it really bothers a tiny, irritable, joyless part of my heart. If we’re talking about actual button downs, I’m not a huge fan. No one needs buttons on their collar. No one works a job these days where they both need to wear a dress shirt and need to make sure their collar stays pinned down. You look like a child whose mother is trying to dress him nicely for picture day. Non-button down dress shirts ftw.
  • Pigs in a blanket: Nah.
  • Dogs on couches: Am I on the couch? Does the dog’s presence on the couch facilitate my petting the dog? If so, good. If not, why am I not on the couch petting the dog?