abekislevitz:

His whistling sounds off-key. Is it just me? 

GCN | Animal Crossing | Kazumi Totaka - Go K.K. Rider

(Source: senorkislevitz, via fuckyeah-animalcrossing)

youmakemeblush:

sassy
Awesome Museum Posters! Credits to Matt Kappler. Part 3

Awesome Museum Posters! Credits to Matt Kappler. Part 3

Awesome Museum Posters! Credits to Matt Kappler. Part 2

Awesome Museum Posters! Credits to Matt Kappler. Part 2

Awesome Museum Posters! Credits to Matt Kappler. Part 1 Btw.. Yay 100 post :D

Awesome Museum Posters! Credits to Matt Kappler. Part 1 Btw.. Yay 100 post :D

fuckyeahlatinamericanhistory:

hellyeahsouthamerica:

Basilica - Quito, Ecuador

Inside the still-unifinished Basilica of the National Vow (Basilica del Voto Nacional).

fuckyeahlatinamericanhistory:

hellyeahsouthamerica:

Basilica - Quito, Ecuador

Inside the still-unifinished Basilica of the National Vow (Basilica del Voto Nacional).

(via fylatinamericanhistory)

yeoldefashion:

A 1902 spring evening dress by the brilliant Jean-Philippe Worth.

yeoldefashion:

A 1902 spring evening dress by the brilliant Jean-Philippe Worth.

yeoldefashion:

A dinner dress dating from between 1910 and 1912. I love the fringe on the train.

yeoldefashion:

A dinner dress dating from between 1910 and 1912. I love the fringe on the train.

nybooks:

The books that I remember best are the ones I stole in Mexico City, between the ages of sixteen and nineteen, and the ones I bought in Chile when I was twenty, during the first few months of the coup. In Mexico there was an incredible bookstore. It was called the Glass Bookstore and it was on the Alameda. Its walls, even the ceiling, were glass. Glass and iron beams. From the outside, it seemed an impossible place to steal from. And yet prudence was overcome by the temptation to try and after a while I made the attempt.
Roberto Bolaño, Who Would Dare?
Photo: A bookshop in Venice, 2010 (Alex Majoli/Magnum Photos)

nybooks:

The books that I remember best are the ones I stole in Mexico City, between the ages of sixteen and nineteen, and the ones I bought in Chile when I was twenty, during the first few months of the coup. In Mexico there was an incredible bookstore. It was called the Glass Bookstore and it was on the Alameda. Its walls, even the ceiling, were glass. Glass and iron beams. From the outside, it seemed an impossible place to steal from. And yet prudence was overcome by the temptation to try and after a while I made the attempt.

Roberto Bolaño, Who Would Dare?

Photo: A bookshop in Venice, 2010 (Alex Majoli/Magnum Photos)

(Source: nybooks, via fylatinamericanhistory)