— Belle, Beauty and the Beast
So every day at work I go to the office mailbox to get the mail. The mailboxes are in an enclosed glass area that echoes - the best acoustics ever. I like to sing really loudly when I get the mail to release whatever feelings might be mounting up in me during that day/hour/minute/work week. I sing this about once a week. It’s the perfect amount of time to walk in, insert the key, grab the mail, wiggle the door to make sure it’s locked, then lock out, and it’s both a happy and sad song so I can either vent or rejoice or anything while singing it. It makes my life better.
A collection of Edwardian photographs, depicting some of the hairstyles of the time, like the Low Pompadour. Hatpin Hairstyle. Side-Swirls. Flapper (The title ‘Flapper’ originally referred to teenage girls
who wore their hair in single plait which often terminated in a wide ribbon bow.) & the pompadour.
Victorian Hairstyles Here [x]
Hey so how about that apocalyptic rain.
How can I be so smart in some respects and so dumb in others? It’s like my brain shuts off when faced with anything that requires practical or logical skills.
I’m awful at my job. I try hard, but yield little results.
Humans make mistakes, right? Apparently I don’t hold myself to human standards.