franny's cheeseburger diet

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Just an online collection of things. Reblogs and other things that save my life every time.
Jul 26
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I have this thing for rail stations.
constantwanderlust:karenh:kevin:r00ts:gesteves:Penn Station, from the New York Public Library.





From Berenice Abbott’s Changing New York:

Photographer Berenice Abbott (1898-1991) proposed Changing New York, her grand project to document New York City, to the Federal Art Project (FAP) in 1935. The FAP was a Depression-era government program for unemployed artists and workers in related fields such as advertising, graphic design, illustration, photofinishing, and publishing.
Abbott’s efforts resulted in a book in 1939, in advance of the World’s Fair in Flushing Meadow NY. At the project’s conclusion, the FAP distributed complete sets of Abbott’s images to high schools, libraries and other public institutions in the metropolitan area.

I have this thing for rail stations.

constantwanderlust:karenh:kevin:r00ts:gesteves:Penn Station, from the New York Public Library.

From Berenice Abbott’s Changing New York:

Photographer Berenice Abbott (1898-1991) proposed Changing New York, her grand project to document New York City, to the Federal Art Project (FAP) in 1935. The FAP was a Depression-era government program for unemployed artists and workers in related fields such as advertising, graphic design, illustration, photofinishing, and publishing.

Abbott’s efforts resulted in a book in 1939, in advance of the World’s Fair in Flushing Meadow NY. At the project’s conclusion, the FAP distributed complete sets of Abbott’s images to high schools, libraries and other public institutions in the metropolitan area.

Jul 21
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synecdoche:
this paragraph is my absolute favorite thing j.d. salinger has ever written.

synecdoche:

this paragraph is my absolute favorite thing j.d. salinger has ever written.
Jul 17
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Jun 24
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How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours.
— Wayne Dyer (via fuckyeahzenmind)
Jun 09
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Jun 08
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When it gets dark enough you can see the stars.
— Lee Salk (via robot-heart)
Jun 07
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Never give in. Never give in. Never, never, never, never — in nothing, great or small, large or petty — never give in, except to convictions of honor and good sense.
— WInston Churchhill
May 31
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Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
— William Faulkner (via reluctantbuddha)
May 28
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On my coming back,
how many pathways are there
through the spring grasses?
— Saigyo.
May 26
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dominilucy:

runamuk:

laceandlilac:

“On May 1, 1947, Evelyn McHale leapt to her death from the observation deck of the Empire State Building. Photographer Robert Wiles took a photo of McHale a few minutes after her death. The photo ran a couple of weeks later in Life magazine accompanied by the following caption:
‘On May Day, just after leaving her fiancé, 23-year-old Evelyn McHale wrote a note. ‘He is much better off without me … I wouldn’t make a good wife for anybody,’ … Then she crossed it out. She went to the observation platform of the Empire State Building. Through the mist she gazed at the street, 86 floors below. Then she jumped. In her desperate determination she leaped clear of the setbacks and hit a United Nations limousine parked at the curb. Across the street photography student Robert Wiles heard an explosive crash. Just four minutes after Evelyn McHale’s death Wiles got this picture of death’s violence and its composure.’”


No matter how many times I see this I will reblog this picture!

dominilucy:

runamuk:

laceandlilac:

“On May 1, 1947, Evelyn McHale leapt to her death from the observation deck of the Empire State Building. Photographer Robert Wiles took a photo of McHale a few minutes after her death. The photo ran a couple of weeks later in Life magazine accompanied by the following caption:

‘On May Day, just after leaving her fiancé, 23-year-old Evelyn McHale wrote a note. ‘He is much better off without me … I wouldn’t make a good wife for anybody,’ … Then she crossed it out. She went to the observation platform of the Empire State Building. Through the mist she gazed at the street, 86 floors below. Then she jumped. In her desperate determination she leaped clear of the setbacks and hit a United Nations limousine parked at the curb. Across the street photography student Robert Wiles heard an explosive crash. Just four minutes after Evelyn McHale’s death Wiles got this picture of death’s violence and its composure.’”

No matter how many times I see this I will reblog this picture!