-theodora:

chuckislife:

IF YOU LOVE TUMBLR REBLOG THIS, GO ON YOUR PAGE, CLICK ON THE PICTURE AND I SWEAR YOUR LIFE WILL BE COMPLETE.

YOU’RE WELCOME.

THIS IS THE MOST MOTHERFUCKING AMAZING THING EVER I AM IN LOVE I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY

OH MY GOD.
I just spent like, the last hour or something doing this. 

OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST THING BESIDES TUMBLR THAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME FKDSKCFGNDKNGKNGDFds

 This is seriously kind of fucking wonderful. Played the whole thing, lol.

FUCKING A++++++++++++

-shutlow-:

tag for this reads “surburbia vibes” which is so true.

when we were in your room yesterday we were talking about how much we hated the suburbs and though you can leave anytime you want to, i can’t. then we listened to arcade fire and i said your sheets smelled like a bonfire and you said really? and i said yes. 

inothernews:

Front page, the New York Times, Saturday 25 June 2011.

sunnyujia:

HQ-VILLAS BOAS

welcome

thebloomsburygroup:

“Virginia and Leonard Woolf bought their house in Sussex, Monk’s House in Rodmell, in 1919, for £700. Two years later, she had a small writing room in the garden constructed out of a wooden toolshed below a loft. It had big windows and a view of the Downs across to Mount Caburn. She wrote there in the summers, and liked it very much, though it was not ideal for concentration. She was always being distracted - by Leonard sorting the apples over her head in the loft, or the church bells at the bottom of the garden, or the noise of the children in the school next door, or the dog sitting next to her and scratching itself and leaving paw marks on her manuscript pages. In winter it was often so bitterly cold and damp that she couldn’t hold her pen and had to retreat indoors. In 1924 they put in an oil store. Ten years later, the “writing lodge”, as she called it, was moved down to the far end of the garden, under the chestnut tree next to the flint churchyard wall. She wrote there with a board on her lap (as her father, Leslie Stephen, used to do). They built a little brick patio in front of the lodge, and on summer evenings, visitors would come and sit and watch the extremely competitive games of bowls being played on the lawn.

In this writer’s lodge, Woolf wrote parts of all her major novels from Mrs Dalloway to Between the Acts, many essays and reviews, and many letters. This was where Leonard came out in July 1931 to tell her that The Waves, which he had just finished reading, was a masterpiece. This was where she struggled for months on end with The Years, trying to cut down on her smoking (from six or seven to one a morning in 1934). This was where, on Friday March 28, 1941, on a cold spring morning, she wrote a farewell letter to Leonard before walking down to the River Ouse, leaving her papers in disarray, with several revisions of her last essay on Mrs Thrale in the waste-paper basket and immense numbers of typewritten sheets lying about the room. It looks much tidier now.”

(Above description written by Hermione Lee; her biography of Woolf, titled simply Virginia Woolf, is one of, if not the, best out there.)

fernandofrench:

As someone astutely pointed out, it’s probably beneficial to have a reading schedule to avoid spoilers for slower readers (such as myself). So here it is (or refer to the visual above, drawn by the very talented malu):

• June 19: Up to “My Feelings” (page 75)
• June 26: Up to “Heavier Boots” (page 142)
• July 3: Up to “Why I’m Not Where You Are” (page 208)
• July 10: Up to the end

As always, tag your posts—questions, opinions, criticisms, epiphanies—with #onebookonetumblr.

Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, the publisher of Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, caught wind of our little book club and has offered to give away five copies of the novel. If you want one, heart, reblog, or drop a note in the Ask box, and I will select five of you at random.

Oh yeah, we’re in the news.

so far so good

La Copa del Mundo. El trofeo que siempre había anhelado. Recuerdo que de pequeño, cada vez que pensaba en él, me venía a la memoria su figura en las manos de un gran ídolo del fútbol: Pelé, Maradona, Zidane… El caso es que nunca lo relacionaba con España. Lógico. Era nuestra gran espina, la eterna ausente en nuestro palmarés. Ahora me emociona pensar que los niños, las nuevas generaciones, no sentirán ese vacío y recordarán siempre esa Copa en nuestras manos. Desde este momento, y por fin, la Selección es el equipo de España, de todas las aficiones y de todos los equipos. - Fernando Torres

proustitute:

Kim Høltermand, from the series Tuve, 2010 

(source; via jmcolberg and wood s lot)

captainfabfro:

” Que bonito es el Amor..Que Vivan los novios ..!! Aprovecho para felicitar a mi gran amigo Jesus Navas!! ” Sergio Ramos on Twitter

How beautiful is Love. .. Long live the newlyweds! Take this opportunity to congratulatemy good friend Jesus Navas!