the hero of this little tableau

Apparently you fuck the mechanic while being super uninterested.

He’s probably having an existential crisis because the cover of the book is exactly what’s happening to him while he’s balls deep in the mechanic.

The early roots of Chuck Tingle metaporn.

Pounded In The Butt By Infinitely Recursive Depictions Of My Engine Failure

finding this in a dying soldiers wallet

imagine killing a dude, opening his wallet and knowing you will never be safe again

1930’s Teen Delinquents

i.e. life role models

I’m just gonna reblog this again because it’s one of my favorite pictures ever.

That girl in the chair seems like such a badass I bet she was the leader of the crew.

I want to write about these girls.

When I was a teenager my mother found my grandmother’s (her mother) school scrapbook. It included things like photos, notes, and a two page spread of every demerit she ever received over the course of her formal education. Each of them set aside with little tags like she was so fucking proud of them. They were all for things like, “Unladylike behavior” or, “Skirt too short” or, “refuses to listen to authority”. I loved that spread so much.

I always have to reblog this.

Victorian Cliff House, San Francisco

Often a fixture at fairs, parties and carnivals, people sat in the crescent of a smiling “paper moon,” as if lifted to the stars. A photographic phenomena primarily of the early half of the 20th century, it captivated the imagination of a world pre-Photoshop and gave many a memorable image of great times.