Macaroons make me happy.
Evelyn Waugh wouldn’t be caught dead at your dinner party.
Waugh, one of my favorite misanthropic bastards in literary history, put a lot of effort into putting as much distance between himself & the rest of humanity as possible. To that end, he went to the trouble of printing up these all-purpose “Mr. Evelyn Waugh is not interested in your petty invitations and cordially invites you to fuck off” cards, which he would hand out to people who made demands on him (e.g. aspiring writers seeking critiques of their manuscripts, friends requesting his presence at dinner parties, his children asking him to stop publicly referring to them as “physically inept, monotonous, defective adults who fill me with depression”)
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“There are two kinds of truth; The truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart. The fist of these is science and the second is art.”
― Raymond Chandler
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I like to smell books. (by neilslorance)
yay us (by rushofnostalgia)
Fish Color Water Life (by MR.Raymond)
From Max Ernst’s Une Semaine de Bonte