#vintage text books

[stone-cold-groove]

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

[zegalba]

[espuor]

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𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖿𝖾𝗃𝖺𝗋 ⠀ Ⅶ. 𝄤⠀ ♡

𝟥⠀𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌,⠀𝖮𝗉. 𝟤𝟤:⠀𝖭𝗈. 𝟣.

𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖺́𝗆𝗈,⠀𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗌⠀[ 𝟤. ♥︎ ]⠀𝗃𝖺𝗓𝗓

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“Para se aconchegar na harmonia dos batimentos do coração, o aroma do capuccino, com raspas generosas de chocolate meio amargo, erguia-se da xícara para se emaranhar nas veias dilatadas que pulsavam ao segurar o pires na pontinha dos dedos. Ao lado, um doce mil-folhas com geleia de frutas vermelhas, cujo recheio parecia dialogar intensamente com a essência de baunilha dos rolinhos de canela que saíam para a mesa ao lado. Além disso, havia uma pequena televisão acima do balcão de atendimento que passava os mesmos filmes de sessão da tarde, daqueles que todos assistem, mas que nunca tocam a alma. Isso definitivamente tornava o ambiente mais acolhedor. Da área menos movimentada da cafeteria, vejo que a maioria tende a permitir que seus pensamentos vaguem em silêncio, perdendo-se em suas próprias prosas, que fluem como a ponta de uma pena a deslizar no papel. Eu, um trifólio regado de ressentimento das taciturnas flores que me rodeiam diariamente, poderia murmurar até o fim: a chave para persistir neste mundo caótico e lidar com a hipocrisia humana é podar seus receios e confiar na sua verdade interior, vivendo intensamente cada renascimento e permitindo-se abraçar tanto a beleza quanto a dor.”

𝖲𝖢 𝟩𝟦. 𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝖨𝖨: 𝖵𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂 d'𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾.

𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇: (𝗇.) ⎯ 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.

𖤓 𝖮𝗉. 𝟫: 𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝖾 𓂃 𝗆𝖺𝗋.

voz. Ⅰ · escritos envelhecidos de um trifólio.

[daily-spooky]

[wedarkacademia]

[mudzdale]

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

[nempto]

[ur-daily-inspiration]

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

[rounni]

[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.

[stone-cold-groove]

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

[cutiepieautistic]

Source

[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]