getting excited about-

these leopard print stairs-

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good night

Beautifully composed images of gypsy life in Romania by Tamaz Dezso.

on procrastination, from frog and toad

Tomorrow by Arnold Lobel

Toad woke up. "Drat!" he said. "This house is a mess. I have so much work to do."

Frog looked through the window. "Toad, you are right," said Frog, "It is a mess."

Toad pulled the covers over his head. "I will do it tomorrow," said Toad. "Today I will take life easy."

Frog came into the house. "Toad," said Frog, "your pants and jacket are lying on the floor."

"Tomorrow," said Toad from under the covers.

"Your kitchen sink is filled with dirty dishes," said Frog.

"Tomorrow," said Toad.

"There is dust on your chairs."

"Tomorrow" said Toad.

"Your windows need scrubbing," said Frog. "Your plants need watering."

"Tomorrow!" cried Toad. "I will do it all tomorrow!"

Toad sat on the edge of his bed. "Blah," said Toad. "I feel down in the dumps."

"Why?" asked Frog.

"I am thinking about tomorrow," said Toad. "I am thinking about all of the many things that I will have to do."

"Yes, said Frog, "tomorrow will be a very hard day for you."

"But Frog," said Toad, "if I pick up my pants and jacket right now, then I will not have to pick them up tomorrow, will I?"

"No," said Frog, "You will not have to."

Toad washed and dried his dishes. He put them in the cupboard.

"Frog," said Toad, "if I dust my chairs and scrub my windows and water my plants right now, then I will not have to do it tomorrow, will I?"

"No," said Frog. "You will not have to do any of it."

Toad dusted his chairs. He scrubbed his windows. He watered his plants.

"There," said Toad, "Now I feel better. I am not in the dumps anymore."

"Why?" asked Frog.

"Because I have done all that work," said Toad.

"Now I can save tomorrow for something that I really want to do."

"What is that?" asked Frog.

"Tomorrow," said Toad, "I can just take life easy."

Toad went back to bed. He pulled the covers over his head and fell asleep.

"we don't eat" james vincent mcmorrow

"avant la haine" alex beaupain and camelia jordana

et cetera

by Kristian Schuller

$8 on etsy

Donald Glover (Community) and Aubrey Plaza (Parks and Rec)

by Biswaranjan Rout for AP in Cuttack City, India

Northern lights last night over Marquette, Michigan

Lewis Hine, Hippo Front

Interior Design by Cath Kidston

dick (1999)

Best costume design ever.

The Cult of St. Guinefort

According to 13th century French legend, Guinefort the greyhound was owned by a knight who lived near Lyon. One day he went hunting, leaving his infant child in the care of the dog. When he returned, the cradle was overturned, the child was nowhere to be found, and Guinefort's teeth were dripping with blood. The knight took out his sword and stabbed the dog, who let out a dying yelp. He then heard the sounds of his crying baby, and found the infant safe, next to the remains of a viper. Guinefort had killed the snake to save the child.

Mourning the loss of his loyal companion and regretting his misdeed, the knight laid Guinefort at rest at the bottom of a well, and covered the well with stones, creating a shrine for the selfless canine. Over time local villagers began to revere the deceased dog as a martyr, and brought sick infants to the grave to be healed. Some of the pagan Christian rituals involved in curing the infants had deadly consequences:

They then put the naked baby through the opening between the trunks of two trees, the mother standing on one side and throwing her child nine times to the old woman on the other side, while invoking the demons to adjure the fauns in the wood of "Rimite" to take the sick and failing child which they said belonged to them (the fauns) and return to them their own child big, plump, live and healthy. Once this was done, the killer mothers took the baby and placed it naked at the foot of the tree on the straws of a cradle, lit at both ends two candles a thumbsbreadth thick with fire they had brought with them and fastened them on the trunk above. Then, while the candles were consumed, they went far enough away that they could neither hear nor see the child. In this way the burning candles burned up and killed a number of babies, as we have heard from others in the same place.

- Stephen de Bouborn De Supersticione (d. 1261)

The grave of St. Guinefort was dug up and the grove of trees surrounding the shrine was burned along with the bones of the dog. The orthodox Christian friars preached against the superstitious rituals and forbid people from gathering in the area for that purpose. But the story lived on - in the 17th century a chapel was built on the original tomb site and today he is remembered by locals in Dombes, France.

the royal bhutanese wedding

King Jigme Khesar Namgyal Wangchuck of Bhutan was wed to commoner Jetsun Pema at 8:20 AM Bhutan time this morning, a moment picked by official astrologers to be auspicious.

Read more about the beautiful ceremony here.

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