Жуковский Станислав Юлианович (1873—1944).
Stanislav Zhukovsky.
Summer evening on lake
(via myfairynuffstuff)
He said he had recently dreamed he had engaged in hand-to-hand combat with Saddam Hussein. He specifically denied experiencing an irresistible urge to move or stretch his legs that occurred primarily in the evening.
I built a large-enough repository of Kid Rock lyrics that I didn’t have to worry about repeating tweets, even during Trump’s most manic periods.
Two different top repliers offered that Twitter aggregates the likes and retweets of an entire thread when ranking replies, meaning that a tweetstorm is seen as more engaging than a lone tweet, which increases the odds that it’ll be shown higher up in the stream.
I Am Using My Little Hands To Manipulate Objects And Well I Am Just Loving It People
(via afloweroutofstone)
A breath from the East Coast is what we want, Tom, old friend! Am I not right? This holy earth with its hundreds of saints and its scores of kings is a bit sickly to us sometimes, isn’t it? That arch-conjurer Geard has got such a hold on John, that he doesn’t seem to feel the oppression, does he? He’s got John as fast as he got our grandfather. He’s in there now – Lily told you, I expect? Even Miss Drew treats him with – with – – But I don’t like him. There’s something about him that makes me feel shivery and funny – as if he were a great toad. Poor old Tom. This isn’t a very nice world, is it?
