Liars need good memories

Notes for my novels-in-progress: all things 18th century Europe, blood, women in threes, snakes, dogs, peculiar biology, writing thoughts. Oh, and pieces of a soundtrack.
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The Knight Wonders What, Exactly, He Rescued by Jeannine Hall Gailey

A lovely surprise on my dashboard. Will look for her.

(via iago-rotten)

Night by William Hogarth.

Knee-deep in revisions, back in London. And so, so happy to be here.

He thought, I wonder what my father did while my mother was having me? I be he worked on the Encyclopedia of Law. I bet he did a bit of indexing while my mother screamed in agony.

Hilary Mantel, A Place of Greater Safety

Every now and then I hit a passage in this book and I think, “and that’s what we now call the Enlightenment.”

Man’s suit with coat and vest in embroidered silk. Made in France around 1785. Has been worn by Axel von Fersen the Younger. (Nordiska Museet)

It’s a little late for my purposes, but whoa is that a spectacular bit of wardrobe. *fans self*

(via robespierristwildean)

sandykidd:

Excerpt from the original post: While it will still center on the stories of marginalized people from all walks of life, from all over the world, we want to specifically focus on a group who often have the least agency, and are too casually dismissed, condescended to or ignored: children. Though not a typical “Young Adult”-style book, we want young people to be able to more easily see themselves within these stories – to see the hard truths of history as it was experienced by the young. Therefore, all protagonists in Long Hidden 2 stories will be under 18 years of age. 

So so excited for this!!!

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head of a woman with the horns of a ram (gérôme), mexican model andrea carrazco

(via alexdallymacfarlane)

vfreie:

Officer and lower ranks (I think the man in the middle might be a sergeant) of the Swiss guards regiment commanded by Colonel Jaccaud (also spelled Iacaud), later by Colonel Bavois, in the service of Francesco III d’Este, Duke of Modena.

The date at the bottom right of the image is slightly off the mark, as this regiment was raised in 1742.

Source

useful.

(via 18thcenturylove)

Shortly after his coronation, King Louis XVI visited Louis-le-Grand. Robespierre, then 17 years old and a prize-winning student, had been chosen out of five hundred pupils to deliver a speech to welcome the king. Perhaps due to rain, the royal couple remained in their coach throughout the ceremony and promptly left at its completion.
from the Wikipedia article on Robespierre. When I read this in the Mantel I just started laughing, because it’s fabulous and yet if I put something like this in a story no one would buy it. The Incorruptible reciting his welcoming speech the King, little Desmoulins in the crowd, and all that will come afterwards. History is marvelous.

houghtonlib:

The eleventh black list, of the names, or reputed names, of eight hundred and thirty lewd and scandalous persons, who, by the endeavours of a society for promoting a reformation of manners in the city of London, and suburbs thereof, have been legally prosecuted and convicted as keepers of houses of bawdry and disorder, or as whores, night-walkers, &c. and who have thereupon been sentenced by the magistrates as the law directs, and have accordingly been punish’d, (many of them divers times) either by carting, whipping, fining, imprisonment, or suppressing their licenses, 1706.

EB65.A100.B675b v.5

Houghton Library, Harvard University

useful.

(via shadowtobabylon)

He turned his head to the door, where outside the city lay. There are a million people, he thought, of whose opinions I know nothing. There were people hasty and rash, people unprincipled, people mechanical calculating and nice. There were people who interpreted Hebrew and people who could not count, babies turning fish-like in the warmth of the womb and ancient women defying time whose paint congealed and ran after midnight, showing first the wrinkled skin dying and then the yellow and gleaming bone. Nuns in serge. Annette Duplessis enduring Claude. Prisoners at the Bastille, crying to be free. People deformed and people only disfigured, abandoned children sucking the thin milk of duty: crying to be taken in. There were courtiers: there was Hérault, dealing Antoinette a losing hand. There were prostitutes. There were wig makers and clerks, freed slaves shivering in the squares, the men who took the tolls at the customs posts in the walls of Paris. There were men who had been gravediggers man and boy all their working lives. Whose thoughts ran to an alien current. Of whom nothing was known and nothing could be known … The weight of the old world is stifling, and trying to shovel its weight off your life is tiring just to think about. The constant shuttling of opinions is tiring, and the shuffling of papers across desks, the chopping of logic and the trimming of attitudes. There must, somewhere, be a simpler, more violent world.
Hilary Mantel, A Place of Greater Safety
robespierristwildean:

Just going to casually leave this here

Someone needs to send this to Hilary Mantel.

robespierristwildean:

Just going to casually leave this here

Someone needs to send this to Hilary Mantel.

eighteenthcenturyfiction:

femme-de-lettres:

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After yesterday, I figured I’d better reassure you that—really—some cat art isn’t unbearably silly.

This, for example, is Giuseppe Maria Crespi’s The Kitchenmaid, from the early 18th century.

According to the Getty, “Crespi’s work reflects his sincerity, tenderness, and keen observation of nature, transformed by startling light effects and thick, fluid application of paint.”

The glowing brilliance of the kitchenmaid herself and the soft little cat on the chair uphold the Getty’s claim.

There’s something kind of unusual about the style, though.

And indeed, The Encyclopædia Britannica writes that Crespi was an “Italian Baroque painter who broke dramatically with the formal academic tradition to achieve a direct and immediate approach to his subject matter that was unparalleled at the time.”

Never has a rebel looked so endearingly quaint.

Cats in art. This is what the internet is for, right?

I’m also just really, really into art that shows domestic, everyday scenes. We have so few windows like this, into the past.

metalshell:

hellinheelsxo:

crotchkat-vantass:

juststrokemyglabella:

2spookysamy:

highonvodka:

themixedbagofspooky:

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doryishness:

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inritum:

reblog and make a wish!this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.
THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.
AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.
THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

YOOOOOOO
I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS
LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL
IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS. 

I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT 

SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP

WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????

ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE

THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.
GUYS.
HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER
20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.
GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.

I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.

OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG

I really  hope my wish comes true. I need this

I know this is stupid and pointless. But I make a wish the first time. And it come true, so, if you don’t mind, I’m trying again.

metalshell:

hellinheelsxo:

crotchkat-vantass:

juststrokemyglabella:

2spookysamy:

highonvodka:

themixedbagofspooky:

spoopy-len-in-a-dress:

riningear:

doryishness:

displaced-angel:

ryedragon:

inritum:

reblog and make a wish!


this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

YOOOOOOO

I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS

LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL

IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS. 

I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT 

SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP

WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????

ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE

THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.

GUYS.

HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER

20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.

GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.

I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.

OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG

I really  hope my wish comes true. I need this

I know this is stupid and pointless. But I make a wish the first time. And it come true, so, if you don’t mind, I’m trying again.

(via metalshell)

Diogenes raised himself up a little when he saw so many persons coming towards him, and fixed his eyes upon Alexander. And when that monarch addressed him with greetings, and asked if he wanted anything, ‘Yes,’ said Diogenes, ‘stand a little out of my sun.’
Plutarch’s Life of Alexander (via knightlypatroclus)

(via robespierristwildean)

When I write books, I think, ‘What would Franzen do?’ And he would do whatever the fuck he wants.
Roxane Gay on the assumption that women writers and writers of color need to be somehow “representative” (Politics & Prose, 5/8/14)

(via roxanegay)