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I said, "Kiss me, you're beautiful. These are truly the last days." You grabbed my hand and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever.

If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.

—A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner (via dulcetdecember)

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obitoftheday: Obit of the Day: Creator of Lyle the Crocodile Bernard Waber did not plan on becoming a children’s book author. He had hoped to become an illustrator and was doing just that for Condé Nast when he finally published his first children’s book, Lorenzo, in 1961.  It was the next year that Mr. Waber brought his greatest creation to life with the publication of The House on East 88th Street. A tribute to he and his wife’s first home in New York City, audiences fell in love with the unexpected house guest - Lyle the Crocodile.  Seven more Lyle books would follow. But Mr. Waber’s work went beyond the reptilian. He would write seventeen picture books over forty years. His last, Lyle Walks the Dogs (2010), was a collaboration between himself and his daughter Paulis. (The partnership was necessary since Mr. Waber could no longer draw because of macular degeneration.) Bernard Waber, who attended the Philadelphia College of Art, died on May 16, 2013 at the age of 91. Sources: Publishers Weekly, Houghton Mifflin, and IndieBound.org (Cover of Lyle, Lyle Crocodile is copyright of Houghton Mifflin Books for Children and courtesy of amazon.com) Other children’s authors/illustrators of note on Obit of the Day: Jan Berenstain - Co-creator of the Berenstain Bears Leo Dillon - Caldecott Award-winning illustrator of Why Mosquitoes Buzz in People’s Ears Maurice Sendak - Author and illustrator of Where the Wild Things Are Simms Taback - Caldecott Award-winning illustrator and designer of the first McDonald’s Happy Meal And of course there is OOTD’s Literary page

obitoftheday:

Obit of the Day: Creator of Lyle the Crocodile

Bernard Waber did not plan on becoming a children’s book author. He had hoped to become an illustrator and was doing just that for Condé Nast when he finally published his first children’s book, Lorenzo, in 1961. 

It was the next year that Mr. Waber brought his greatest creation to life with the publication of The House on East 88th Street. A tribute to he and his wife’s first home in New York City, audiences fell in love with the unexpected house guest - Lyle the Crocodile. 

Seven more Lyle books would follow. But Mr. Waber’s work went beyond the reptilian. He would write seventeen picture books over forty years. His last, Lyle Walks the Dogs (2010), was a collaboration between himself and his daughter Paulis. (The partnership was necessary since Mr. Waber could no longer draw because of macular degeneration.)

Bernard Waber, who attended the Philadelphia College of Art, died on May 16, 2013 at the age of 91.

Sources: Publishers Weekly, Houghton Mifflin, and IndieBound.org

(Cover of Lyle, Lyle Crocodile is copyright of Houghton Mifflin Books for Children and courtesy of amazon.com)

Other children’s authors/illustrators of note on Obit of the Day:

Jan Berenstain - Co-creator of the Berenstain Bears

Leo Dillon - Caldecott Award-winning illustrator of Why Mosquitoes Buzz in People’s Ears

Maurice Sendak - Author and illustrator of Where the Wild Things Are

Simms Taback - Caldecott Award-winning illustrator and designer of the first McDonald’s Happy Meal

And of course there is OOTD’s Literary page

straightgirl:

i love medieval art it’s like

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first there’s a bull just shittin on this guy

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gremlin dude shooting arrows into a mermaids ass ok

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someone fuckin boneless dancing to this hot violin song what

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my favorite one a bunch of amputees beating the shit outta each other with crutches

idk why they call it the dark ages when they’re obviously so fun

(via niallhortonhearsawho)

I like the curve of a ballerina’s foot. I like when boys are passionate about something and care about their mothers. I like poems about coffee and fucking and love. I like when I’m on the highway and I make eye contact with the person speeding next to me. I like when I’m in the city and I see someone taking pictures of skyscrapers; with their necks arched back and their eyes lost in the view and their mind on something wondrous. I like drinking wine with friends and vodka with strangers. I like when my heart feels full even if my wallet is empty. I like when people hold my hand or lift me up. I like when someone offers me something- anything- their advice, to pay, their love, a hit. It’s a good feeling to be excited for the future and proud of your past. To speak to someone new and genuinely impress them. To leave something better than it was before. To be charming just by being yourself.

—Unknown (via dulcetdecember)

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