Isabella Rogge's Blog: The Redhead Writer, page 256
November 27, 2015
person: u dont have ur drivers license yet lmao? wtf
me internally: No, I don't have my driver's license yet because of a slew of incredibly personal reasons, most all of them centering around the fact that my anxiety disorders make it hard for me to concentrate and I don't feel comfortable behind the wheel of thousands of pounds of metal because of it. Not to mention the fact that I don't exactly have the money for a car or gas in the foreseeable future even if I did feel comfortable driving (which I don't).
me externally: yeah lol im just lazy yknow
literal-ghost:
irn-bru-aint-shampoo:
remedyriot:
theprettygoodgatsby:
piffsburg:
Females: I...
Females: I want equal rights.
Females: You can’t hit me I’m a female.
Females: I want equal rights and i don’t want you to hit me because I am a human being and I don’t like being hit
Why is that the first place fuckers go? Why do you wanna hit women so badly? Why do you wanna hit anyone so badly? You’re fucking scary, op.
Why do you equate equality with who you can and cannot abuse?
November 25, 2015
The Last Words Of 25 Famous Dead Writers
When you’ve dedicated your life to words, it’s important to go out eloquently.
Ernest Hemingway: “Goodnight my kitten.” Spoken to his wife before he killed himself.
Jane Austen: “I want nothing but death.” In response to her sister, Cassandra, who was asking her if she wanted anything.
J.M Barrie: “I can’t sleep.”
L. Frank Baum: “Now I can cross the shifting sands.”
Edgar Allan Poe: “Lord help my poor soul.”
Thomas Hobbes: “I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap into the dark,”
Alfred Jarry: “I am dying…please, bring me a toothpick.”
Hunter S. Thompson: “Relax — this won’t hurt.”
Henrik Ibsen: “On the contrary!”
Anton Chekhov: “I haven’t had champagne for a long time.”
Mark Twain: “Good bye. If we meet—” Spoken to his daughter Clara.
Louisa May Alcott: “Is it not meningitis?” Alcott did not have meningitis, though she believed it to be so. She died from mercury poison.
Jean Cocteau: “Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking towards me, without hurrying.”
Washington Irving: “I have to set my pillows one more night, when will this end already?”
Leo Tolstoy: “But the peasants…how do the peasants die?”
Hans Christian Andersen: “Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more.”
Charles Dickens: “On the ground!” He suffered a stroke outside his home and was asking to be laid on the ground.
H.G. Wells: “Go away! I’m all right.” He didn’t know he was dying.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: “More light.”
W.C. Fields: “Goddamn the whole fucking world and everyone in it except you, Carlotta!” “Carlotta” was Carlotta Monti, actress and his mistress.
Voltaire: “Now, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies.” When asked by a priest to renounce Satan.
Dylan Thomas: “I’ve had 18 straight whiskies…I think that’s the record.”
George Bernard Shaw: “Dying is easy, comedy is hard.”
Henry David Thoreau: “Moose…Indian.”
James Joyce: “Does nobody understand?”
26. Oscar Wilde: “Either the wallpaper goes, or I do.”
27. Bob Hope: “Surprise me.” He was responding to his wife asking where he wanted to be buried.
reblogging because of Voltaire though
28. Eugene O’Neill: “I knew it. I knew it. Born in a hotel room, and goddamn it, died in a hotel room.”
November 22, 2015
bookorithms:
Last week we visited Rome, Italy to find as many...
Last week we visited Rome, Italy to find as many beautiful bookstores as we could. Here are some pictures from one of our rare booksellers, Libreria antiquaria Scarpignato.
November 21, 2015
I officially have a fanfic blog on this site with my first fanfic piece
I officially have a fanfic blog on this site with my first fanfic piece
maaadmoiselle:
Father and son have the most precious...
Father and son have the most precious conversation about paris attacks (le petit journal)
