(via cactusunderpants)
Tomb of Paschedu, Deir el Medina (by Mutnedjmet)
When I was a little girl, I loved this tomb.
(I was that kind of kid.)
Curly on Flickr.
I like following this tumblr for the rare but remarkable glimpses of someone who actually appears to be from the past. It’s not just something you can achieve by careful costumes. You have to look like someone from that far country. It’s not all that common in the Western world these days.
This guy has the look. His curls are bright and unkempt. His teeth are sound, which would make him lucky in the past, but they aren’t so orthodontically done as to be unrecognizable. His face is pocked — here, it is just acne, but in the past it might well have been the remains of a childhood disease or of smallpox. He’s well-fed, but not fat, and he is entertained simply to be alive.
Q. Who has the best house?
A. My mama and daddy, right here.
Broken-hearted Old Man of New Hampshire,
Flower-sniffing poet of New Hampshire,
Charming witty drunk, gate-crashing parasite,
Self-pitying, embittered, morose New Hampshire Man …
Misc. doodles XXVIX
Although the latter line is not my joke — I realize upon reflection that I stole it from Tom Servo — it nonetheless explains where I have been lately: trying to make things happen in books.
This is a very cute setup, but it’s a tinderbox — one spark, and whoomph. And when that living room burned, it would summon Something to which you would not wish to explain your neglect of basic fire safety.
(Source: antlermagick, via joshdizzle)
