'Hi-fi and Stereophonic Sound' by Laurence Mallory, author of the right way to tape record. 1960.


'Hi-fi and Stereophonic Sound' by Laurence Mallory, author of the right way to tape record. 1960.


If you love fine photography as much as we do, you must treat yourself to the documentary, “Finding Vivian Maier.” Written and directed by John Maloof, the young man who discovered her work, it is an attempt to find out about the reclusive Chicago nanny whose images are considered by many to be the finest street photography of the 20th century. Her images – all 200,000 of them – were discovered as negatives and undeveloped rolls of film at an abandoned storage locker sale. The documentary is a fine work in its own right.


The above undated image of a Chicago street urchin with watch, along with other examples of Ms. Maier’s art and the documentary, “Finding Vivian Maier,” can be found here:


Janine Niepce . Le pont des Arts, Paris . 1962


im always suspicious of anyone that finds me attractive





what do you call a message sent by a girl?

*sighs* what

a feMAIL

i got 7 messages saying this joke is offensive & that i’m the reason feminism exists

Please say something. Anything.


how do you say ‘please talk to me more i crave your company’ to someone without sounding like a creep

Mondays are fine. Its your life that sucks.

Ricky Gervais   (via blueribbon1)


I like new friends because I can reuse old jokes









the most perfect post on tumblr

this made me cry actually

oh god it is

What book is this! Someone please tell me I need new books to read

How perfect

What is that book?!

omg its 10 thngs we did (and probably shouldnt have) 

The dream writer

She met people. She studied them. She wrote about them. She wrote wrong about them. She wrote right about them. She wrote to understand them.
The writer most people would have called her. The one that kept quite, observed people and wrote. On the outside that’s probably what she was but on the inside all she was was an amateur. One that wrote because she admired and desired writing and writers.
However she never succeeded in anything that she wrote. She never wrote anything that got people to think oh well that was great! She just wrote. She wrote about the guy that sat next to her on the metro, about her thoughts on society, racism and even words. Yes words! She wrote about what she thought of a particular word and how useless and meaningless it was. She wrote about religion and cultures. All in a free writing form. All something her language teacher will probably disapprove of. But she wrote and wrote. To keep her comforted; to make her feel like an artist.
Sometimes she asked herself why she even wrote. Was it because she admired writing and loved it or was it because she admired the idea of writing?

I once dated a writer and


Writers are forgetful,

but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
on your first date…
They remember every story you’ve ever told them -
like ever,
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don’t forget how
to make you laugh.

Writers are forgetful
they’re busy
the important things.

Oh, my heart is melting.