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What, uh… whatcha doing down there bruh?

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I want a dress like that

“Portrait of Millicent Leveson-Gower, Duchess of Sutherland” by John Singer Sargent

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Weeeeeeeee! *flap flap flap* *sploosh*

Weeeeeeeee! *flap flap flap* *sploosh*

Weeeeeeeee! *fl

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Oh, oh, hang on, I think I saw my hoop earring in the sand

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Is this what we’re saying now instead of “trick or treat”?

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Something something words of the prophets

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I think what a lot of white people who follow this blog do not understand is that existing as black in a public sphere automatically comes with the knowledge that people will be horrifically, overtly racist to you with very little if any consequence, and that no one will even think about it until you point it out or unless you put your pain on display in a satisfactory enough manner that they choose to allow you your tears.

I was talking to boyf about how simply existing as black on tumblr, when I am active I get at minimum 3 racist rants and/or "nigger" messages to my askbox every single day, and I have been on tumblr since 2012. You learn to block and move on because posting them with a witty retort usually nets you like 5 more, but because I usually just block and move on... it doesn't get shown in public on here.

I've seen my black followers and mutuals mention this same problem- nonblack and especially white people who follow along, did you know? Did you know that all of your favorite black creators and social media presences are also most likely dealing with the same thing? A constant barrage of racism every day they choose to sign in?

Or was that something that only registered to you as a risk, and not as a reality?

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You tip the screen clockwise, and it suddenly makes sense. You tip it back, and it snaps back to Eraserhead Baby

Every time I see this one, it takes minutes to figure it out again.

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I want to make this. What do you think the blue flavor is? Cotton candy?

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Love me some glass bricks

McDonald's - 47 West 57th Street, NYC, NY (1989)

"A fast-food restaurant that makes the customer want to linger is something of a rarity. The McDonald's on 57th Street in New York City, designed by Charles Morris Mount, is almost unrecognizable as a member of the chain that usually boasts golden arches. Eschewing the corporate colors of yellow, red and orange, Mount chose a high-tech, electric blue and fuchsia color palette. Glass bricks, blue tiles and a reflective ceiling give the space a luminous, underwater quality.

Another departure from the fast-food restaurant formula was the installation of a carpet in the seating area, which Mount felt would soften the environment and cut down on noise. The heavily-trafficked main serving area was tiled in a distinctive blue pattern. Easy maintenance of the tiled area, which must be mopped frequently, was ensured by the installation of a slate ribbon between the carpeted and tiled area. The ribbon protects the carpet and also visually defines the curving border between the two floor treatments. The cost per square foot for this project was reportedly no more than a standard McDonald's." (front of house budget listed in 1989 dollars at $450,000)

Designed by Charles Morris Mount, Jennifer Wellmann, and the team of Silver & Ziskind/Mount

Scanned from Restaurant Design 2 (1990) by Judi Radice and The Best of Neon: Architecture, Interiors, Signs (1992) by Vilma Barr

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I want to stay in this Airbnb especially if the dog is included

60,000

2 bedroom 2 bathroom

6,000 square ft

McKeesport, Pennsylvania

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Silence! The Pharaoh has spoken!

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Porter is so obviously “Fuck this white bitch”

J.C.Leyendecker (1874-1951)

American Illustrator

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It’s my life, I’ll do what I want… Judgey McJudgeface

You Could Go Anywhere but You Won’t, 2023 Photographed by Brooke DiDonato.

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If you need me I’ll be in my private indoor marble rose plunge pool. Yes, I hire someone to scoop out all the dead plants, what do you think I’m some kind of peasant

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Kang Cheol-Gyu.

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Veronica’s dad keeps his eyes open when he kisses Archie

July 1958