In the Depths of Canada, Perusing The Internet

Beware: history may be found within
(Among other items of a more or less interesting nature)

rose-verres:

“A three second exposure meant that subjects had to stand very still to avoid being blurred, and holding a smile for that period was tricky. As a result, we have a tendency to see our Victorian ancestors as even more formal and stern than they might have been.”

(via pookiestheone)

Helpful evil

evilsupplyco:

If you are an artist, when you get stuck, draw bigger and on tracing paper when you are stuck. Consider this manual photoshop. Use scissors, trace, refine.

If you are a writer, when you get stuck, get a pad of paper and at least two colors of pen that contrast. When you get…

“Perfectly respectable Victorian women wrote to each other in terms such as these: ‘I hope for you so much, and feel so eager for you…that the expectation once more to see your face again, makes me feel hot and feverish.’ They recorded the ‘furnace blast’ of their ‘passionate attachments’ to each other… They carved their initials into trees, set flowers in front of one another’s portraits, danced together, kissed, held hands, and endured intense jealousies over rivals or small slights… Today if a woman died and her son or husband found such diaries or letters in her effects, he would probably destroy them in rage or humiliation. In the nineteenth century, these sentiments were so respectable that surviving relatives often published them in elegies…. [In the 1920s] people’s interpretation of physical contact became extraordinarily ‘privatized and sexualized,’ so that all types of touching, kissing, and holding were seen as sexual foreplay rather than accepted as ordinary means of communication that carried different meanings in different contexts… It is not that homosexuality was acceptable before; but now a wider range of behavior opened a person up to being branded as a homosexual… The romantic friendships that had existed among many unmarried men in the nineteenth century were no longer compatible with heterosexual identity.”

food52:

Queen Anne’s Lace: dainty name, bold flavor.

Read more: Queen Anne’s Lace — The Wild Mother of Carrot (+ A Cognac Aperitif) on Food52.

(via onegirltrucking)

rydenarmani:

for some reason, these dudes following me on twitter and tumblr seem to believe that pornography is a necessity and that it is MY responsibility to supply them with free content or “samples”. they really expect me to totally disregard my JOB in order to give them what they want, and it’s absolutely laughable. porn is a luxury, and just like any other luxury; if you can’t afford it, you don’t get it. that, or you buy it anyway and face the consequences later 😅

if you want a sample, you better be giving me a sample of that cash ;)

(via thequeenofcarvenstone)

Quit smiling, you’re suppose to be professional!

(Source: communified, via ladynorthstar)

“When I was 12 boys slid their hand up my thigh and slapped my butt. I smiled and took it because I didn’t know it was okay to say stop. I didn’t know that I could say no. So, when the principal calls telling me my daughter is suspended for punching a boy who wouldn’t stop touching her, I will cook her favorite meals. When she tells me how she cursed at the boy who wouldn’t move his hands off her knee even though she asked him to, I will smile and pull out her favorite movie to watch together. I will celebrate the fact that she accepts her body as her own and knows she has the right to say no. I never want my daughter to think her body belongs to men, because it is her own and my god should she be proud. I will teach her it’s more than okay to say stop, something I wish I had known when I was that age.”

scoregasm:

crystal-shines:

What a delightful sleeping bag

If someone broke into your tent trying to murder you you could just scare them off as a bear.

scoregasm:

crystal-shines:

What a delightful sleeping bag

If someone broke into your tent trying to murder you you could just scare them off as a bear.

(via thequeenofcarvenstone)

larygo:

First Class (x)

larygo:

First Class (x)

(via bea-lullaby)