#the vanity is real

[kilovanity]

Husbands <3

[fictionadventurer]

First Letter from Julia I. Sand to Chester A. Arthur

[1881 Aug 27]

To the Hon Chester A. Arthur.

The hours of Garfield's life are numbered--before this meets your eye, you may be President. The people are bowed in grief; but--do you realize it?--not so much because he is dying, as because you are his successor. What President ever entered office under circumstances so sad! The day he was shot, the thought rose in a thousand minds that you might be the instigator of the foul act. Is not that a humiliation which cuts deeper than any bullet can pierce? Your best friends said: "Arthur must resign--he cannot accept office, with such a suspicion resting upon him." And now your kindest opponents say: "Arthur will try to do right"--adding gloomily--"He won't succeed, though--making a man President cannot change him."

But making a man President can change him! At a time like this, if anything can, that can. Great emergencies awaken generous traits which have lain dormant half a life. If there is a spark of true nobility in you, now is the occasion to let it shine. Faith in your better nature forces me to write to you--but not to beg you to resign. Do what is more difficult and more brave. Reform! It is not the proof of highest goodness never to have done wrong--but it is a proof of it, sometime in one's career, to pause and ponder, to recognize the evil, to turn resolutely against it and devote the remainder of ones life to that only which is pure and exalted. Such revolutions of the soul are not common. No step towards them is easy. In the humdrum drift of daily life, they are impossible. But once in a while there comes a crisis which renders miracles feasible. The great tidal wave of sorrow which has rolled over the country, has swept you loose from your old moorings and set you on a mountain-top, alone. As President of the United States--made such by no election, but by a national calamity--you have no old associations, no personal friends, no political ties, you have only your duty to the people at large. You are free--free to be as able and as honorable as any man who ever filled the presidential chair.

Your past--you know best what it has been. You have lived for worldly things. Fairly or unfairly, you have won them. You are rich, powerful--tomorrow, perhaps, you will be President. And what is it all worth? Are you peaceful--are you happy? What if a few days hence the hand of the next unsatisfied ruffian should lay you low, and you should drag through months of weary suffering, in the White House, knowing that all over the land not a prayer was uttered in your behalf, not a tear shed, that the great American people was glad to be rid of you--would not worldly honors seem rather empty then?

Make such things impossible. Rise to the emergency. Disappoint our fears. Force the nation to have faith in you. Show from the first that you have none but the purest aims. It may be difficult at once to inspire confidence, but persevere. In time--when you have given reason for it--the country will love and trust you. If any man says, "With Arthur for President, Civil Service Reform is doomed," prove that Arthur can be its firmest champion. Do not thrust on the people politicians who have forfeited their respect--no matter how near they may be to you as personal friends. Do not remove any man from office unnecessarily. Appoint those only of marked ability and of sterling character. Such may not be abundant, but you will find them, if you seek them. You are far too clever to be easily deceived. In all your policy, have none but the highest motives. With the lamp of patriotism in your hand, your feet will not be likely to stumble.

Do you care for applause? Of course, you have had it, after a fashion. Perhaps from the dregs of the populace, inspired by the lowest of politicians. Possibly it pleased you at the time--it may have served some purpose that you solved then. But in the depths of your soul, do you not despise it? Would not one heart-felt "God bless you!" from the honest and true among your countrymen, be worth ten thousand times more? You can win such blessing, if you will.

Your name now is on the annals of history. You cannot slink back into obscurity, if you would. A hundred years hence, school boys will recite your name in the list of Presidents and tell of your administration. And what shall posterity say? It is for you to choose whether your record shall be written in black or in gold. For the sake of your country, for your own sake and for the sakes of all who have ever loved you, let it be pure and bright.

As one of the people over whom you are to be President, I make you this appeal. Perhaps you have received many similar. If not, still believe that this expresses the thoughts in many hearts, today--and do not give those who have had faith in you, cause for regret.

Yours Respectfully,

Julia I. Sand.

46 E. 74th st. New York.

Aug 27th 1881.

[rustbeltjessie]

January 19

[eddieredmayneargentinablog]

"Look me in the eyes: photographers Luigi & Iango open up at their first exhibition in Milan".

📸 Eddie's portrait at Palazzo Reale free exhibition, by Luigi & Iango 'Unveiled', from 23.09.2023 to 26.11.2023, in Milano, Italy.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[leonardalphachurch]

also ftr i think retconning out seasons of your show is fucking offensive

[pulquedeguayaba]

Stellan Skarsgård Breaks Down His Career | Vanity Fair

[buck-yyyy]

sorry for telling you all about my personal philosophies on life and how that ties into the art form that is the apartment i built in my head, do you still think i’m hot

[unsanctitude]

brainstorming loure for vanpire :)

i like the idea that the nightclub itself is his body as much as his actual "body" is. its all one unit. he could make a chair kill you if he thinks your ass doesnt deserve a sexy vampire death. + haunted living buildings are sexy

[widevibratobitch]

me when im drawing parallels between my favourite characters from completely different media that have nothing whatsoever in common........ or do they

[shelli-gator]

I watched the first episode of Crashing on Netflix and G O D Sam and Fred remind me of James and Edward it's so fucking cute. Ttte crashing AU? I could see them all living as custodians in an abandoned hospital (or maybe an old railway engine works?) for cheaper rent.

James: WANKING ROOM- wait how does she know about my wanking room?

Edward: ... waiting room?

James: WAITING ROOM!

Sam's whole deal is he's the cocky asshole pretty boy and everyone's like "You're an asshole but we know you're sad so, it's okay" and Fred is the really nice quiet one who picks up on Sam's sadness before anyone else does, and his kindness/patience makes Sam fall for him immediately. Before he's even really admitted to himself he's bi/gay.

Also Sam keeps picking Fred up bridal style or carrying him on his back and it's SO ON BRAND

[rustbeltjessie]

trick or treat // October 18, 2023

[vigilskeep]

waoh...!

[stewyhosseini-bf]

The thing about Kendall is that he just. He can’t be real. He can’t ever let down his guard or just relax he’s always on edge, always putting on an act, a show. Like of course not always, but yes always. It’s like. Yeah this is him but also it isn’t but in the same sense because of how obvious his act is and because of how he can’t stop putting it on, that’s actually him. It’s the mask that exposes him, not even just when he slips up but when it’s so obvious to everyone around him that there’s a mask but also at what point does a mask just become who you are, if you never take it off and no one knows what’s actually underneath. Arguably, not even him

[schtroumpf-a-lunettes]

"Oh, my! I believe I've sustained a bruise!" <- very normal dialogue from Vanity Smurf