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Historical Facebook.

toinfamyandbeyond:

greeneyes1978:

punkrockmermaid:

sorry i’m a history buff i had to

(Source: punkrockbarbiedoll)

thedailywhat:

Purrfectly Timed Photograph of the Day: Angelo DeSantis happened to hit his Canon 5D Mark II’s shutter-release button just in time to capture his cat Dexter playing Toss-a-Mouse. 

[petapixel.]

QQ

"Oh, I am not going to die, am I? He will not separate us, we have been so happy."

Dearest,

“In addition to my other numerous acquaintances, I have one more intimate confidant… . My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known- no wonder, then, that I return the love.” 
― Søren Kierkegaard

peltthetreewithlaughter:

Charlotte and Branwell Brontë’s homemade books.

Charlotte and Branwell crafted dozens and dozens of these little (4x5-cm) books. Since paper was expensive back in the day, they made the books by sewing together scraps of newspaper lying around the house. One of the best things about the books is the handwriting, which is so small that you need a magnifying glass to read it.

Some books have short stories inside, like Charlotte’s “The Poetester,” about an aspiring poet who tries to off one of his critics after a bad review. Others are parodies of popular Victorian literary magazines. Have you ever babysat for a 12-year-old who spent his free time making 2-inch replicas of The New Yorker, complete with cartoons and a 12-year-old’s “Talk of the Town”? Me neither, but that was basically Branwell Brontë.

(via Tiny DIY Books by Victorian Tweens | The Hairpin)

europe1850-1930:

19th century Prague

Beautiful.

(Source: hayir)

RIP Einstein (February 26th, 1996 - October 17th, 2011)

You were put to eternal rest today, ‘ole boy. You were suffering and you knew it, but you kept trying to fight it. Your spirit was, indeed, hastening to live, as Charlotte Bronte put it. You were there for all of my working memory, and I’m not quite sure how I will see the world now without you underfoot. I love you, boy, and I know you’re in a better place now - with Zoey, your old partner to boot! 

Rest in peace, Einy, and know that I will never forget you silly doggy.