#vintage text books

[stone-cold-groove]

New Physical Geography for Grammar and High Schools, and Colleges - 1885.

[zegalba]

[daily-spooky]

[mudzdale]

wanted to try a 'boiling'-style animation for the first time in several years

[llvampirell]

[ur-daily-inspiration]

I knew when I met you an adventure was going to happen. — A.A. Milne

[daughterofchaosstuff]

oh to be loved like a habit and not a chore. oh to be loved because loving you is their default state of being and not something they have to perform like a duty. ohh to be loved because they don't want to live a life where loving you doesn't exist.

oh to be loved truly.

[rounni]

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆?

𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔, 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆. 𝑨𝒔 𝑰 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕, 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔, 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏, 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐? 𝑾𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆? 𝑵𝒐, 𝒊𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉. 𝑰 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕, 𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝑰 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕, 𝑰 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃 𝒊𝒕, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔; 𝑰 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝑰 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒔. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔, 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒍𝒆, 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍. 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔. 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓. 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕. 𝑵𝒐, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔. 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅.

By: whatif.now

[stone-cold-groove]

New Physical Geography for Grammar and High Schools and Colleges - 1885.

[poempoetryandmore]

sometimes it feels like i‘m suffocating

like my lungs downsize to the bare minimum

followed by a weird sting right above my already ailing heart

every breath feels like its my last

my eyes tend to unfocus, view blurry

mind drifting off

i stand in haze of my own thoughts

and every wave hits me with vehemence

[kryptonbabe]

Lois Lane in The Bakery Counterfeiters from Superman #29 (1944) by Don C. Cameron & Ed Dobrotka

Sometimes we're more told than shown why Lois Lane is such a well-regarded investigative journalist. This 4 page story from the 1940s is a great example of how she began building that reputation a long time ago. While covering a simple puff piece assignment for the Daily Star she uncovers a racket scheme that was using a bakery as a front to operate. The woman could not go out to buy bread without revealing some criminal plot

In these golden age stories Lois had solo adventures without or with minimal help from Superman, they can be found in issues #28 to #40 and #42 from the first Superman series. Lois is already in love with Superman and she appreciates his help in her investigations, but she's way less desperate and shallow than she would become in the 1960s due to the CCA (Comics Code Authority)

Reading Lois Lane stories is always a delight, from her more realistic, independent and snarky portrayal in the 40s and 50s to the completely unhinged scheming person she becomes later, nevertheless, she's always sharp and obstinate no matter the time period. It's always fascinating and fun to follow her adventures and you can really see how women representation in the mainstream American media changed throughout the years by reading her stories

[misforgotten2]

“And over there is where they buried Thomas the Tank Engine”

[wastelandwild]

[daughterofchaosstuff]

"People, People. Endless noise. And I am so tired. And I would like to sleep under trees; red ones, blue ones, swirling passionate ones."

[lostdeviantartcollages]

paper men

[jeoncanis]

5th December: I wish, I was who you drunk texted at midnight