Random things that catch my attention
Everyone, I’m elated to tell you that Tumblr will be joining Yahoo.
Before touching on how awesome this is, let me try to allay any concerns: We’re not turning purple. Our headquarters isn’t moving. Our team isn’t changing. Our roadmap isn’t changing. And our mission – to empower creators to…
I foresee a mass exodus in a few months…
Also, is it just me or does this announcement sound totally creepy?
“Fuck yeah! I have brain cancer, and I’m fucking my grandma so she’ll pay for treatment! This is the best thing that’s ever happened!”
I love how my digestive system always finds the most inconvenient time to do things.
Interview with David Peterson, who created Dothraki and Valyrian for the show.
I have a raging nerd-boner and it won’t go away.
If you’re a graphic designer or typographer, intimate understanding of typography is vital for your success. If you’re looking to improve your skills and learn more about typography, then you’re in luck! Today we collected must read books for passionate typography lovers ranging from practical to philosophical.
I’m not a designer, but calligraphy makes me happy.
Accurate description of my face while watching last night’s episode of Once Upon a Time as it progressed.
The two letters that were brought to light in the Wilde vs. Queensberry trialJanuary 1893, Babbacombe Cliff
My Own Boy,
Your sonnet is quite lovely, and it is a marvel that those red-roseleaf lips of yours should be made no less for the madness of music and song than for the madness of kissing. Your slim gilt soul walks between passion and poetry. I know Hyacinthus, whom Apollo loved so madly, was you in Greek days. Why are you alone in London, and when do you go to Salisbury? Do go there to cool your hands in the grey twilight of Gothic things, and come here whenever you like. It is a lovely place and lacks only you; but go to Salisbury first.
Always, with undying love,
March 1893, Savoy Hotel
Dearest of All Boys,
Your letter was delightful, red and yellow wine to me; but I am sad and out of sorts. Bosie, you must not make scenes with me. They kill me, they wreck the loveliness of life. I cannot see you, so Greek and gracious, distorted with passion. I cannot listen to your curved lips saying hideous things to me. I would sooner be blackmailed by every renter [“renter”was a slang term for male prostitutes] in London than to have you bitter, unjust, hating.You are the divine thing I want, the thing of grace and beauty; but I don’t know how to do it.Shall I come to Salisbury? My bill here is 49 pounds for a week. I have also got a new sitting-room over the Thames. Why are you not here, my dear, my wonderful boy? I fear I must leave; no money, no credit, and a heart of lead.
Your own, Oscar
This man. That cliché question about who you would meet if you could meet anyone ever? I choose Mr. Wilde.
Guilty Pleasure: Helping people come to grips with how stupid they are on the Internet (and off)… just in general, really.