dellesayah replied to your post “What WhAT Whaahahahahaaat!!!!”
This is so funny. This is like your own strange little niche and I’m so happy for you
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I lost my mind about your new niche content before even reading this post. Honestly, icon.
Greater praise I don’t think I ever…..oh my god……
Aw thank you @secifosseluce ! <3 And thanks to you I’ve now learned about these Italian good luck horn things? So sweet! And weird! I love it, Italy!
5 things in my bag:
This is not going to be interesting oh no, I will try.
1. Wallet. Oh this is a bad start.
2. Umbrella BUT ALSO sunglasses (wild)
3. Oh here’s something: a lighter branded with A24, yes the indie film distributor, no I didn’t buy this (they threw it in for free when I…did buy an A24 sweatshirt)
4. Well my lunch, this week salmon and beets and fennel and red potatoes and greens with this great dill dressing from Darra’s Nordic cookbook, hat tip to Jen for putting that in my life!
5. I’ll tell you what’s NOT in my bag and it’s a ribbon or something to put on the teeny tiny key fob I need to get into my new office building
5 of my favorite things:
1. Ice planets
2. Dance sequences
3. Erik Singer’s dialect videos
4. Saving the very last little bit of perfumes and candles and lotions to smell later and get emotional
5. Friends & pals who still love me despite the above (includes boring bag)
5 things I’m currently into:
1. MY NEW WORK HOURS. Working from home Mondays and Fridays….is everything I could have wanted
2. Lavender again — fennel lavender goat cheese, oatmeal lavender shortbread…
3. Babylon Berlin Season 2 YOU KNOW
4. Russian Doll, you also know!
5. Now just rereading various selections of Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, good lord
5 things on my to-do list:
1. Return M to the ~video rental store~ (vintage)
2. Put a ribbon on that key fob!
3. Polish up screenshots and put together Babylon Berlin 2x02 note-post for publication
4. Lock down picnic date (and make more picnic dates?? spring is coming!)
5. Renew my passport before it expires, for reasons of mobility and lbr precaution. My brain has been helpfully reminding me of it by repeating “What did you do with the Swiss escapes, Ricki?” I guess to just watch me be like !??!!
Anonymous asked:
Oh—my god, oh my god. I’m overwhelmt!! Momma look I’m an influence!
This is the most amazing and bewildering message, much love 💛💛stay as long as you like
Anonymous asked:
Oh so one of the most FOND sources of blognitive dissonance at Headquarters Wellntruly: that you’d hardly know it until recently, but ho ho this blog was absolutely formed in the crucible of like, the trenches. LIKE INTERWAR EUROPE, THIS BLOG.
It’s just one of those whims of fate, minute little modern tragedies, that by the time I finally made a Tumblr of my own I had somehow lost most of the Tumblrs that brought me here. Where did they go! I can’t remember. And so their influence never ended up flowing in from my dash, but in my SOUL, well. Yes.
When I was a mere babe in the woods, my woods were this little glade of 2012 Tumblr linked somewhat less by particular fandoms, though there were a few reliables, and not even by the European historical period of about 1914-1954, though that got you an enormous way there, but more that everyone was just like, a fey tea-drunk romantic wastrel. Young queer intellectuals who loved revelry and misery, unabashedly pretentious in a fun way, always verklempt over someone who had probably died in the ‘30s from like absinthe or poetry, total overeducated overwrought shambles, like a whole flock of Sebastians Flyte.
THINGS THAT WERE VARIOUSLY POPULAR AMONG THIS SET INCLUDED, BUT WERE NOT LIMITED TO: the interwar period, the interwar period subset: The Bright Young Things, sad gay shellshocked war poets (also kind of a Bright Young Things subset; a lot of bleed happens around Siegfried Sassoon), the Weimar scene, Jugend mag aesthetics, La Vie Parisienne aesthetics, Les Miserables & Victor Hugo (yes you’d think this one should be an outlier because it’s such a different time period; I don’t know what to tell you), The Thick Of It (somehow that one seems fine), gin, baedekers, Evelyn Waugh of course, glamour, cross-dressing, the golden age of aviation, that very winning writing style of like dashed off erudite self-deprecating shabby charm I aspire to still (god the style), Yann Tiersen, Erik Satie, knowing a bewildering amount about opera or Annemarie Schwarzenbach, Dada, did I mention drinking?, the BBC’s The Hour, Ben Whishaw just always, dark exquisite parties themed just before the fall of the Russian court, doom, dancing, and y’know— zeppelins.
So you can see what Babylon Berlin has been for me.
memory-for-trifles asked:
The key element for me of this meme-turned-personality-assessment is that there are other people in the car chanting “McDonalds!” I am indeed chanting along in this situation.
On my own however (and maybe herein lies much of my empathy with Gereon Rath), I am the person who once stood cold and hungry on a snowbound street corner waiting over 15 minutes for the snow-chained bus to make it’s way to me, and did not step into the McDonalds right behind me to buy some hot french fries, because “Don’t be profligate,” I thought at myself.
Anonymous asked:
OH gosh no don’t mind me, it’s always a crapshoot whether I’ve accurately gauged what is *actually* widely known about entertainment, because I’m One Of Those who finds the whole business of TV and movies endlessly fascinating and so am out there scrolling industry headlines saying shit like “ooo Olivia Coleman’s gonna run in Best Actress, which means they’re gonna hope for both Rachel Weisz and Emma Stone in Supporting, and they might get it….” while my friends are like “…cool”
thenameofthegameisfizbin asked:
Aw thank you! And aw APOLOGIES, I am rereading this and discovering I was very unclear! I did not actually go to grad school. I prepared to go, two different but consecutive times, and then ultimately threw it all over and moved to New York City for a couple years. Which was basically Life Grad School, honestly. New York is like that.
My reasoning for wanting to go to grad school was: I was 23 and didn’t have any other plans, and I’m good at school. In what manner am I good at school? Mostly storybook improbability. The year I graduated, my rural public high school was sending less than 30% of my class on to four-year colleges, and what’s almost more unbelievable: I and one of my closest friends were both heading off to what has been ranked the #1 liberal arts college in American for [checks] 15 years running. And my (improbable) (impractical) (but highfalutin!) undergrad life/style definitely shows in the variety of grad school I was considering: get a PhD in one of the humanities and become a professor. Lol.
What’s incredible is that it took a second time for the same warning bell in my head to finally get me to leave, which is that studying for 7+ years (I was only considering subjects in which I did not in fact hold a bachelor’s degree—further hilarity) only to emerge on the other side highly trained to do exactly one thing for which there are no jobs, would be a grave mistake. (To all you professional academics out there reading this right now like [Thor voice] ”I make grave mistakes all the time!”, I love you, you’re right and I love you.)
Ultimately I did realize that this wasn’t the right path for me. I’m far too much of a collector to commit to one sub-sub-subject, for one, and also, as I figured out while reading huge anthologies and surveys and taking undergrad courses at a local university as a non-matriculated student, you don’t have to be going to school to study and learn things! So I decided against the grad.
Anyway that’s my story. In the style of MBMaM: did I help??
that awesome moment when you finished reading a really good book and you see it at a store then you cunningly smile at it as if you had an affair with it.
The horrifying thing is that this is true.
I visit bookstores like I’m going to see all my ex-lovers
my art peaked wen i was 4 or so and would just throw whatever shit i could find (juice, rainwater, plants, moss, shells, dirt, sugar, soap, rocks, milk, toys etc.) in2 a bucket n stir it with a wooden spoon 4 hours sitting in th garden n wen som1 would ask me wot th fuck i was doing i would b like “Potion”
#my entire early childhood was spent making weird soups out of nature stuff [memory-for-trifles]
SAME, I had two occupations they were: 1) witch kitchen, 2) science experiment, which were mostly distinguished by the latter being placed in the freezer and forgotten about, to my parents’ great joy.
Anonymous asked:
Anon, I may not ever know what I’m trying to do with this life thing, but if I’m somehow managing to be this for you, then whatever I’m doing is at least accomplishing something Good. Guess what: you never have to pay rent at Wellntruly’s House of Unseelie Zen ✨
