Afternoon Tea:

Served with Milk

Art today is just one big clusterfuck of artists doing what will get them paid, what will get them laid or what will get them famous.

Erik Plambeck (via larssss)


ffffound?

i can haz fffound invite? - i really really want one and i can never find anyone with one so checking tumblr peeps?


(via youmightfindyourself)

The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway

marissaisgod:

“Don’t touch me,” she said. “Please don’t touch me.”

“What’s the matter?”

“I can’t stand it.”

“Oh, Brett.”

“You mustn’t. You  must know. I can’t stand it, that’s all. Oh, darling, please understand.”

“Don’t you love me?”

“Love you? I simply turn all to jelly when you touch me.”

“Isn’t there anything we can do abotu it?”

She was sitting up now. My arm was around her and she was leaning back against me, and we were quite calm. She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else’s eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and she really was afraid of so many things.


I am Free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them; if I find them too obnoxious, I break them. I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do.

Robert A. Heinlein (via namenotanumber) (via quote-book)


iwantmybearsuit:(via unsolvedmysteries)

As more individuals contribute to the curation of our collective cultural memory we’re writing the first fundamentally democratic history of a generation ever recorded. Emotion, opinion, and the innumerable other components of the human factor at any historical moment are no longer the exclusive interpretive domain of either an academic or a state. Human history is at last evolving into an actual history of humanity.

And there’s a good chance that anyone who says personal publishing is nothing but self-indulgent noise isn’t objecting on principle to some perceived vanity so much as they’re objecting on professional or political grounds to ordinary people recording our own histories.


this tumblr is on hold until my exams are over, i will be back early june - i am on twitter as @ajbpearce which will premain active because it is so  much easier to update -  with, thanks to those people who are following me.


Happy easter!
thegirlwithkaleidoscopeeyes:
Blue egg with elephant(Faberge)

Happy easter!

thegirlwithkaleidoscopeeyes:

Blue egg with elephant(Faberge)


Cambridge Stereotypes (so true)

The Marxist

Jess is just like Che. Well, like Che would be if he was a girl and went to Cheltenham Ladies College. She’s in her third year SPS at King’s. She was disgusted at the University for telling the Law Faculty protesters that they might be, like, breaking University rules if they didn’t stop the protest sharpish. So much so, she even thought about ripping up her King’s Affair ticket in protest. She proclaims solidarity for Gaza, campaigns against the arms trade and flies the red flag. She just doesn’t tell her comrades in intifada that she funds her summer trips to Vietnam with an internship at PwC.

The International Rower

Tron is in his first year at St Edmunds. Despite being barely able to read and write English, he decided that studying Land Economy at Cambridge was the next logical step after winning the World Rowing Championships with the Norwegian VIII. Tron is rarely seen around Cambridge, spending most of his time rowing in Ely, grunting loudly in Goldie boathouse, eating superhuman quantities of pasta or wondering why everyone else in Cambridge always seems to have work to do.

The Drinking Society Member

The proudest moment of Tom’s life was immediately after downing two pints of his own vomit on the weekend of his Wyverns’ initiation. You see, at school, Tom was always picked on for being clever, for not fitting in. Sitting, covered in puke, wearing nothing but a loincloth, he belonged. Though sometimes, even with his popularity, Tom wishes he could have conversation, rather than ‘banter’, a quiet night in rather than an ‘epic night’ drinking until he passes out, a first rather than a 2.II.


The Christian Union Member
Sarah loves god. You can tell that from the two year old cross-examined hoody she hasn’t taken off since. She loves studying engineering at Cambridge too, but sometimes she gets worried about being around so many sinners. She herself was nearly led astray in freshers’ week. But, as she tells herself, anyone could have made the mistake of thinking that the Newnham Nuns were a Christian group extolling the virtues of abstinence and restraint. Thankfully, she discovered Newnham CU, and while they are not as ‘wild’ as the Nuns, some of their tea parties do get pretty crazy. One time, they stayed up to nearly eleven o’clock. But it’s not all play, they do do serious things too, like working out who in their college is most likely to go to hell and trying to save their souls.