ourlifeintransit:

Hand lettered in the Donald Design studio. 

ourlifeintransit:

Hand lettered in the Donald Design studio

georgeousblagdens:

Les Miserables Painting Meme:  Jehan Prouvaire

Jean Prouvaire was in love; he cultivated a pot of flowers, played on the flute, made verses, loved the people, pitied woman, wept over the child, confounded God and the future in the same confidence, and blamed the Revolution for having caused the fall of a royal head, that of Andre Chenier. His voice was ordinarily delicate, but suddenly grew manly. He was learned even to erudition, and almost an Orientalist. Above all, he was good; and, a very simple thing to those who know how nearly goodness borders on grandeur, in the matter of poetry, he preferred the immense. He knew Italian, Latin, Greek, and Hebrew; and these served him only for the perusal of four poets: Dante, Juvenal, Aeschylus, and Isaiah. In French, he preferred Corneille to Racine, and Agrippa d’Aubigne to Corneille. He loved to saunter through fields of wild oats and corn-flowers, and busied himself with clouds nearly as much as with events. His mind had two attitudes, one on the side towards man, the other on that towards God; he studied or he contemplated. All day long, he buried himself in social questions, salary, capital, credit, marriage, religion, liberty of thought, education, penal servitude, poverty, association, property, production and sharing, the enigma of this lower world which covers the human ant-hill with darkness; and at night, he gazed upon the planets, those enormous beings. Like Enjolras, he was wealthy and an only son. He spoke softly, bowed his head, lowered his eyes, smiled with embarrassment, dressed badly, had an awkward air, blushed at a mere nothing, and was very timid. Yet he was intrepid.

andthepantsweredead:

hey sup i need an excuse to use this 

image

fuckyeahfoodninja:

I can’t choose which one is more me

fuckyeahfoodninja:

I can’t choose which one is more me

elenahelfrecht:

Filth.
Look closely. These are all dead flies and insects.

elenahelfrecht:

Filth.

Look closely. These are all dead flies and insects.

z-o-l-a:

My dad gave our 2 month old English bulldog puppy a taste of strawberry Popsicle today. This is true happiness.

1950sunlimited:

MGA 1600, 1961

1950sunlimited:

MGA 1600, 1961