The Treacle Well
'Of course they were,' said the Dormouse; '—well in.'
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My heart, old hunger motor... (23 November 2009)»
• Amen. RT @common_squirrel: dig dig dig
• Italian polymath Umberto Eco: “I like lists for the same reason other people like football or pedophilia.” http://tinyurl.com/ecolists
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Whitman
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Via scarymansion.
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My heart, old hunger motor... (20 November 2009)»
• On a cold November day, a man named Benoît Mandelbrot was born… http://ow.ly/E7M3 http://ow.ly/E7LY
• RT @atlasobscura, @bluegod: Two fingers and a tooth of Galileo’s corpse were found;… -
My heart, old hunger motor... (19 November 2009)»
• Baking chocolate chip cookies with the Seedlings. The moon looks like a Cheshire smile tonight.
• Pondering this year’s holiday project. Typographic Character Coasters, perhaps? Evil Mad Scientist… -
ASPCA | Car Travel Tips»
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アリスは考えました。 写真がなくて、おまけに会話もない本なんて、いったいなんの役に立つっていうの？
‘and what is the use of a book,’ thought Alice ‘without pictures or conversation?’
Via deadgirls.
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Via allcreatures.
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- Ink Official Trailer 2 (HD)»
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Anatomical Heart Locket:
Via: www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=34727025
Artist says: This extremely detailed silver necklace features a 1.5”x .75”x .5” anatomically correct human heart. It is sculpted in detail on the inside and outside and is pleasantly solid in cast and fabricated sterling silver. The piece is hinged and opens to reveal an anatomically correct interior. I have even sculpted the detail of the atrioventricular valves and chordae tendineae. It is held loosely closed by the aorta and a snap at the bottom of the heart and looks interesting worn either open or closed. The chain is an 18” wheat chain, the texture of which mimics the heart’s fine striations. It attaches to the pendant through the vena cava, causing the heart to hang slightly anterioinferiorly.
Also see: www.trapezeartist.etsy.com/. -
"The past is not a peaceful landscape lying there behind me, a country in which I can stroll wherever I please, and will gradually show me all its secret hills and dales. As I was moving forward, so it was crumbling. Most of the wreckage that can be seen is colourless, distorted, frozen: its meaning escapes me … all that’s left is a skeleton. I shall never find my plans again, my hopes and fears - I shall not find myself."
--Albert Camus (via wahnbriefe, fuckyeahexistentialism)
