@lemongrad / lemongrad.tumblr.com
I'm a 32-year-old American with a degree in Computer Science.
I reblog photos of architecture and landscapes, jokes, and .gifs from my favorite movies and shows.
Things that I’ve created are tagged #i made this
Photographs that I’ve taken are under #my photos
Meet my family of sewing machines! #singer sewing machine
I'm friendly but really bad at responding to asks.
"The curse of the Pharaoh" trope is born from modern Egyptology and not part of ancient Egyptian beliefs, but I think the Pharaohs would really dig it.
"Fuck yeah I'm gonna curse whoever disturbs my afterlife! How fucking dare they?!"
"This is a historical mischaracterization but I think the figures I'm mischaracterizing would be into it" is a really funny take actually I support it
Iford Manor Gardens, Iford, England by Stacy Cartledge
This is the view from Charlotte Brontë’s bedroom (now the Brontë Parsonage Museum), Haworth, Yorkshire. Charlotte was an English novelist and poet, the eldest of the three Brontë sisters whose novels became classics of English literature.
So I've had my car radio tuned to the regional classical station for a while now- I got into my car after work today and said "oh boy, they're playing my jam!"
Dear readers, it was Bach's Brandenburg Concerto no. 3
I drive between Massachusetts and New York with some frequency, and not too long ago Connecticut put up a sign on I-84 south welcoming people to the state, and declaring it the "basketball capital of the world". This seemed a weird statement, as the Boston Celtics have the most championship titles in the NBA, and Springfield MA is the birthplace of basketball and home to the hall of fame, but whatever.
Driving back from New York today I noticed the "pizza capital of the united states" sign, and realized they are picking fights on purpose.
I can behave normally around books
I can be trusted in bookstores and libraries and you should take me to those locations
Ironbridge, UK (by Beth Chobanova)
The smoldering sulfur pit in the corner of my ruined clifftop laboratory is an invaluable conversation piece and the envy of all the neighborhood.
I am being persecuted by the homeowners association.
you know what? every little annoyance- every stubbed toe, traffic jam, spoiled milk, missing pen- from now on, its that orange bastard's fault. He won't take responsibility for any of his actions anyway, might as well blame him for a few more things
I'm as grateful for cellphones as the next person, but sometimes I think about how everyone having a phone on them at all times really did cause us to loose some things as a society. I mean - for example, kids these days will never experience their car breaking down and needing to find the nearest place with a phone they can use. They're never going to have the opportunity to tentatively approach a house only to discover that it's full of queer people having a party hosted by a transvestite to celebrate his creation of a sex homunculus, stay the night, and loose their virginity while unintentionally partaking in cannibalism. It's tragic, that kind of gay sexual awakening just doesn't happen these days because of cellphones.
"Are you ok?" I'm actually tired bro. From the bottom of my heart I'm tired
