aseriesofserendipities:

most of the pictures i post don’t really show faces, because i feel creepy posting them.

Creepier: I often catch myself thinking that they’re pictures of you, because there’s never a face.

[postsecret]

• I don’t know yet.
• But sometimes I’m afraid that they’re things I’ve already done.
• What if I could change them now, but I won’t know that I should (have) until it’s too late?

aseriesofserendipities:

oh look, they now have wuthering heights, the twilight edition.

YOU CAN NOW READ BELLA & EDWARD’S FAVOURITE BOOK.

there’s also romeo & juliet and pride & prejudice.

the romeo and juliet has juliet’s perspective in it too.

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I celebrate Christmas. I want it to be happy for everybody, whether they celebrate it or not. My inner dialogue is like this.

me: Merry Christmas! someone else: Oh, but I don’t celebrate Christmas. me: Oh, okay. I hope the day goes well for you anyway!

That’s all I’m saying.

hanabi:

goodolddays:

schweddyballs:

fuckyeahfirstfamily:

tolaughoftenandmuch:

(via The White House)

Purpleeeeeee. Such a swell Christmas color, in my opinion.

SO DAMN CUTE.

MICHELLE OBAMA, YOU HAVE SO MUCH TO WORK WITH, WHY ARE YOU WEARING A LAMPSHADE!!?!!!?!??!

1. The Decemberists (16)
2. Passion Pit (8)
3. Persephone’s Bees (2)
4. Owl City (2)
5. Imogen Heap (1)

Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz

Mama works so hard on the tree every year. A long time ago she distilled her vision for the tree into fruit, birds, and meaningful ornaments; there are oyster shells with Santa faces painted from Jekyll Island, a couple in a red convertible from Mama and Dad’s 25th anniversary trip driving through New England, mouses in jars from we kids’ first Christmases, a gold filigree shape I brought back from the Kobe Luminarie. The little flock of sparrows is my favorite, but there’s a grizzled old hummingbird on a wire so he looks like he’s hovering over the three, a cardinal I loved to play with as a child, a dove with a long feathered tail; clusters of glass grapes, holly with silver berries, and now cherries from Michigan.

Bonus: My dad’s elbow.

hanabi:

madmenfootnotes:

Mad Men Playlist:

Sukiyaki — Kyu Sakamato

In “Flight 1”, Don totally negs this Japanese lady in the restaurant after he has to break it off with Mohawk Airlines (this is the episode where Pete’s dad dies in the AA crash). She’s into him, and usually when Don suffers a work setback, he likes to make it up in personal lady time, but he says “Not tonight” and bravely soldiers on.

Anyways, this song “Sukiyaki” is what’s delightfully playing over this exchange. The original title of the song translates to “I look up when I walk”, which the singer does so his tears won’t fall.

Making the whole thing just that more Weiner-loves-his-details-esque? Sakamato died in a plane crash.

• footnote - by Natasha Simons

YES. I almost had a fit when I saw this episode because of that. Although it makes me so angry (in an unsurprised, lolamerica kind of way) that this song, while very popular in the United States, was renamed Sukiyaki to make it easier for American consumption. HEY GUYS, it’s Japanese! Do you know what ELSE is Japanese? Beef.

It’s also significant because this song is pretty much the first Japanese thing (besides geisha, which is a whole other story) that American people really liked after the war. This awkward postwar relationship is something that comes up again and again in the series, whether through Roger’s memories of the war, or Cooper’s unabated predilection for orientalist ornamentation. In this episode the Mohawk rep that Don is sent to breka up with brings it up again, comparing Sterling Cooper’s behavior to that of the Japanese at Pearl Harbor, saying that it’s fitting he took him to a Japanese restaurant to do it.

In other news I like to sing this song while cleaning my room.

And again. For reals.

hanabi:

goodolddays:

bowfolk:

twink:

Young Japanese girls brave the early morning rain to bid farewell to friends leaving for Manzanar relocation camp.

Vintage Photographs - Japanese girls ,1942.

Once when I was around thirteen I said to my dad, “You know, the forties must have been really hard for Asian people.”

To which he responded, “Yes, they were,” thinking that I was being historically profound, until I continued:

“Because, you know, our hair doesn’t hold curls that well.”

(At the time I thought it was all of us, but it turns out that SOME OF US hold curls just fine! Not me, though.)

So this is Hanako, she’s really cool.