Evening Post: August 12, 1899.
"She immediately alighted, caught hold of the astonished youth, and gave him a sound thrashing, using her fists in a scientific fashion…”
I would love to know what this means.
I think that might be code for “punched him in the balls with devastating accuracy”.
I don’t know which one of these I want the most….
I don’t want other people to decide who I am. I want to decide that for myself. I want to avoid becoming too styled and too ‘done’ and too generic. You see people as they go through their career, and they just become more and more like everyone else.
they are lost
can we just take a moment to realize that not only did it paint an elephant it painted it to give the illusion of depth
I love elephants more than anything
#1: read this
#2: stop reblogging this
we need to keep reblogging so people see your comment and know
Hᴇʀᴇ’s ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʀᴜɴᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏғ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ. I’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴇᴀʀʟɪᴇʀ ɢᴇᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ sʜᴇᴇʀ ғᴀsᴄɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.
Tʜɪs ɪs ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ.
Tʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ, “ᴀ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ” ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʟᴋs ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ’s ғᴀsᴄɪɴᴀᴛɪɴɢ. Tʜᴇ Cᴀᴍʙʀɪᴀɴ ᴇxᴘʟᴏsɪᴏɴ ᴡᴀs ɴᴇᴀᴛ ᴀs sʜɪᴛ.
ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ Qᴜᴀᴛᴇʀɴᴀʀʏ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ ʜᴀs ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ᴀɴᴅ sᴀʙʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ ᴄᴀᴛs ᴀs ᴀ ʜᴀᴢᴀʀᴅ. ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɢᴇᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄ ᴛɪᴍᴇsᴄᴀʟᴇs.