featheredgrace:

The Beatrice Letters by Lemony Snicket 
↳ letters from beatrice: (3/6) 

"I have found you at last - but you’re not here. The shepherds told me that a man of your description (average height, not bald, fully clothed, with the initials L.S.) lived in the hills for a few months as "a brae-man," a phrase which here means "a man who lives in the hills." They say you rarely ventured out of a small cave - "as if you were waiting for someone," the eldest shepherd said, ringing his cowbell to call to his flock, and looking me very carefully in the eye. I traded them a ring on my finger, emblazoned with the initial of someone I believe you once knew, for a yak ride to see the cave for myself.

Your cave is a miserable place - drafty, bat-infested, and decorated with hideous wallpaper. Whatever belongings you brought here, you took them with you when you departed - the only item I have found is the scrap of paper on which I am writing this letter.”

cactsus:

my thick thighs and basic brown eyes will win over someone’s heart one day

staff:

supersmashthestatebros:

image

hmmmm yeah, tumblr would celebrate Aviation Day, marking barely over a century of human flight when birds had been flying for millions of years before the Wright brothers. never forget.

Tumblr hereby recognizes the accomplishments of birds. 

cinemove:

The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) dir. Wes Anderson

now and then

A number of years ago, while suffering from a mild case of ‘Scribe’s Fever’ (a form of neurasthenia common among the intelligentsia of that time), I had decided to spend the month of August in the spa town of Nebelsbad below the Alpine Sudetenwaltz — and had taken up rooms in the Grand Budapest — a picturesque, elaborate, and once widely celebrated established. I expect some of you will know it. It was off-season and, by that time, decidedly out-of-fashion; and it had already begun its descent into shabbiness and eventual demolition.

backupandround:

weretaire:

[gavroche pops up from some hole in the barricade]

good evening dear inspector loVELY EVENING MY DEAR
I HEARD YOU TALKING EARLIER ABOUT THAT OLD MAN’S REAR
SO DONT BELIEVE A WORD HE SAYS CAUSE NONE OF ITS TRUE
THIS COP RIGHT HERE IS PROBABLY GAYER THAN YOU

[LOOKS AT ENJOLRAS]

 (via kittengrantaire)