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rapunzelie:

do you ever feel like there’s just so many pretty girls but most dudes are just subpar like there are radiant goddesses everywhere and just piles and piles of guys in backwards baseball caps and sandals

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cinemagorgeous:

The greatest tweet ever tweeted.

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This is how everyone on World Star fights

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unspeakablevice:

Illustration: Saint-Just’s Last Visit to His Mother by Svetlana Yukhlina.
Photos: Cuillère et Fourchette en argent aux armes du père de Saint-Just: x,x

"One morning it was on September 15th, 1786 Saint- Just did not appear at breakfast at the usual hour. His mother went to his bedroom, but found that it was empty and had not been slept in overnight. Going through the house in a very uneasy state of mind, she suddenly uttered a cry on discovering that the cupboard in which she kept her silver had been broken open. The few precious articles which she preserved had disappeared: a silver porringer marked with her monogram, a silver-gilt drinking-cup which had belonged to her uncle, the Cure of Verneuil, and three silver cups…Softly weeping, for she feared to let the terrible suspicion which haunted her be seen, she visited her other cupboards. …Alas ! her unworthy son had taken everything : two gold-mounted pistols, some packets of silver braid which had been on his father’s old uniforms, even a ring set with a rose-diamond, and some small silver articles without any other value than the family memories which they recalled. 

On the following day, Saint-Just arrived in Paris, took a room at the small Hotel Saint-Louis in the Rue Fromenteau, and sold the stolen articles to a Jew, in a cafe, for 200 francs. But at the end of three days not a farthing was left. Somewhat abashed and not knowing which way to turn, he sent his mother a long letter in which he attributed his disgraceful action to a feeling of delicacy. ”His blood had been burnt up by study” and had brought on a very dangerous headache, so he had gone to Paris to consult a famous specialist. The fee ” amounted to 200 francs,” and in order not to alarm his mother by revealing his curious malady he had taken what he needed to pay the doctor. He assured her that, seized with remorse, he had wanted to take Orders, but that the priests had received him very badly. 

Penniless and in despair, he was on the point of walking to Calais to embark on board ship, although he knew very well that ”the voyage would inflame his blood still more, and that he would die en route…”

The trick was somewhat too apparent, and this time Mme. de Saint- Just did not allow herself to be deceived. Great as was the ”Chevalier’s” surprise at not receiving from Blerancourt the pardon and money he had anticipated, it was nothing compared to his astonishment when a police-officer called at the Hotel Saint-Louis, seized him by the collar, and led him off to a M. Chenon, commissary at the Chatelet and Royal Censor. At the request of Mme. de Saint-Just, the official had the young scamp shut up in a maison de sante in the Faubourg Saint-Antoine that strange, fine old house, now abandoned, the high windows with strong bars and ruined terraces of which can still be seen, behind thick walls, at the corner of the Boulevard Diderot and the Rue Picpus.”

—G. Lenotre, p199 Romances of the French Revolution, translated by Frederic Lees (1908)

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illyriamars:

trillgamesh:

trillgamesh:

this trailer i saw before Grand Budapest seems to be an actual feature-length film adaptation of those chain letters where an evil atheist professor is utterly destroyed by his pure and good christian student who may or may not be albert einstein or a us marine depending on your version of the email

i’m going to be straight with you: watch this trailer

kevin sorbo

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smokefall:

[distressed writer noises]

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sikssaapo-p:

wakeupslaves:

don’t get to close  in the revolution

The Gods Must Be Crazy

sikssaapo-p:

wakeupslaves:

don’t get to close  in the revolution

The Gods Must Be Crazy

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septembriseur:

omg look at this sad pear
louis-philippe, fallen so far from his lobster days

septembriseur:

omg look at this sad pear

louis-philippe, fallen so far from his lobster days

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sirken:

larrycoincidences:

do you ever have a plan for the day and suddenly it’s 4pm and you’ve achieved literally nothing 

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wwhatevver-ampora:

rayasymanchas:

:D

OMG HERE IT IS, IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS EVERYWHERE

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korpsekobain:

don’t hurt BEES. they just want to pollinate flowers and make honey. hurt WASP’s. fuck them and their old money, big mansions, and country clubs

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