the girl from the picture book

Britain’s Biggest Secret - The Black Victorians

Pictured above is the Higdon family. This photograph was taken in the year 1898 in Britain. That is all we know about them.

Who were the Black Victorians? Mainstream history has virtually erased them from our minds and history books. We have been filled with images of slavery in America and across the world, but why is it that this chapter in black history was skipped? Why isn’t it equally common knowledge that in the midst of all of that darkness there was light, also.

Never before seen photos were uncovered, giving us over 200 images of glances into our past. Many of the photos did not include names or any details whatsoever, cloaking these people in mystery for all of time.

At one point in history, people of color were included in high society and walked the cobbled streets of Britain. The women wore intricate, voluminous gowns and wore their hair in curls and chignons. The men in suits and fair business. This may not have been the case for all black people in Britain, but for some it was. 

The Victorian Era was ruled under Queen Victoria, an era that is described as an opulent culture, although there were underlying bouts of poverty and child labor. History would like you to believe that black people didn’t arrive in Britain until 1948 during “The Empire Windrush”, when many Jamaican descendants entered the country, but that is not so. There has been proof to suggest otherwise. There is documentation that proves that it wasn’t uncommon to see black faces at a Shakespeare show. We’ve been there all along, humming softly in the background.

These images prove that you can’t take mainstream history at face value. Take the time to look behind the curtain and uncover OUR history. It’s as if our ancestors are just waiting for us to seek them out.

Who were the Black Victorians?

To see more of these images check out this video reel.

Happy Black History Month.

nothing hurt more than when I saw a picture of you and her. You barely ever took photos with me, let alone post them. And here you were posting pictures with this girl you barely knew, and I tried not to hate her, I tried not to hate you. But my insides felt like they were ripping apart at the sight of  you. And I knew this was going to happen eventually, I guess I was just hoping it wouldn’t.  
and its just so fucking pathetic, while I’ve spent all this time missing you.. you spent it with her. You never even thought of me once.
And all I can fucking do is imagine the way that you talk to her, its probably the same way I talked to you., like you were made out of the sun or something.
And I just don’t fucking understand how one person can leave such a huge mark on you when you can’t even leave a fucking scratch on them. Because you left me and I still see you every fucking where, and I never made you feel a damn thing. you never even cared for me.
I just want it to stop, I want it all to stop. I want to stop feeling every burning fire for you. I want to stop thinking of every word you said to me, I want to stop analyzing every little part of our relationship in trying to figure out where the fuck we went wrong because I get it now. I understand..
a relationship is always doomed to end in heartbreak when there is one person who loves more and in our case, I was always the one who loved more, and now it just hurts so bad because you love her. You love her even though I wanted you to love me.. even though I gave you every fucking piece of me. You chose her.
It will never be me and you. I was never enough, and the thought of that alone breaks me into a million pieces, so how the fuck am I supposed to feel when I realize why I wasn’t enough. When I see the face of the girl who was enough..
—  I don’t think I’ll ever get over you

As we worked on our latest book, “How to Talk to Girls at Parties”, adapted from the Neil Gaiman short story, we referred to the story with our editor Diana as “Poetry Girls”. It was a reference to one of the best ideas of the original story, probably the one that motivated us to adapt it – besides the obvious chance to work on a Neil Gaiman story.

I see poetry girls everywhere. I see them in the streets, in movies, inside the pages of books, I hear them in songs and click on them accidentally on the internet.

The picture above is the best poetry girl image by far. My mother and my niece, sitting at my table in a convention in Brazil next to my giant banner – the cover of our poetry girls book. Grandmother and granddaughter, looking at each other, a million stories shared in that look, with two paper crowns to add to the magic.


//10 jan 2017//

these are a few of my favorite things…

This was my beautiful hotel room in Atlanta, the Marriott Marquis! The view was gorgeous, the blankets and pillows were perfectly fluffy. I had to resist going up to take a nap at every occasion.

JMM was super cool, but I think the coolest thing I got was this book called “Math Girls” by Hiroshi Yuki. The editor and translator were at the meeting and told me that it’s 20% romance novel and 80% math text!! It’s such an awesome resource and I can’t wait to read it. I usually don’t read books longer than 200 pages, but for this I’ll make an exception!

Also pictured are my bullet journal (from Muji) and my “I am very busy” pencil bag that @zombienoether got me for Christmas!!

So what did you do for winter break?

i saw a picture of you smiling with your new girl. i felt the thunder rumbling in my bones, i pushed this away because your smile looked so genuine. i couldnt be upset because that’s all i ever wanted for you in the first place, im happg to see you happy and your smile gets me every time.
—  i love seeing you happy, even if it’s not because of me


Here are a few of the many shelves that hold books from the Lawrence D. and Betty Jeanne Longo Collection of Reproductive Biology, a collection of rare books, pamphlets, manuscripts, and reference works spanning the late 15th to the 20th century and related to women’s health, human reproduction, and the history of gynecology and obstetrics. Titles pictured here include Maladies de L'Utérus, Maladies dés Femmes, Hamilton on Female Complaints, Osborn’s Midwifery, Clinical Notes on Uterine Surgery, What a Young Girl Ought to Know, and Married and Single.

Find out more about the Longo Collection here and here.

And you think you’re over it. But then a picture pops up online of him and the girl that’s not you, and it hits you all over again. Because you watched him choose her. You watched them fall in love. And you really thought you had let it go, but then you hear her talk about him, mentioning things about him that you never knew, and you can just picture them dancing, his jacket around her shoulders, and him telling his best friend back home that he’s found the One.

And maybe, someday, a couple of weeks or months from now, you really will be over it. You’ll be able to look at them and be happy that they found each other. Just not today, not yet.
—  d.e.m. 

Hey Tumblr
So I’m from Florida .
I was brought out to Cali cause some agents have their eyes on me and want to meet me .

so I signed with a new agency here in LA. And she’s big with Disney , so I sent her an email yesterday telling her that I look like Aladdin etc and that if Disney were to ever do an Aladdin movie , to get me in on that. And last year I posted this tweet .
Can everyone share this post and go to Instagram and tag Disney & Disney studios in the pics for me please ?Also could everyone retweet it for me also. It’d mean a lot.

My Instagram is @armani_salado_ , so people can tag Disney in the Aladdin pics I have posted there. My Twitter is @armani_salado if anyone wants to retweet the tweet I have there about this. It will mean a lot. The YouTube link is me singing part of A Whole New World. Muted Aladdins voice and put mine .

This could be the role that defines me and opens the doors for me in my career.

Maybe we can get this trending . #armaniforaladdin

Thank you to everyone in advance!!!!!

I’m so scared.
Scared that you’ll get over me so fast.
That I am just a pass-by, a fling for you.
That you do like that girl that comments on all your instagram pictures more than you like me.
Even though you said you don’t.
That you’d prefer a girl who does look good in the morning when she just woke up,
without having to conceal the dark circles under her eyes.
That every moment with me would easily be replaced for moments with others.
That even though you say you love me, you don’t do nearly as much as I do love you.

Please don’t leave

Excerpt of a book I’ll never write.

Character Talk: Asami: Indulge me as I whine.

So I think we can all agree, Asami Sato and fashion are 10/10. The Standard outfit, the book 4 outfit, and the kinda of racing/engineering suit are all awesome and I’ll talk about them one day. But Indulge me as I talk about the most pedantic thing I will ever talk about here. Yes more so then the swimsuit post. And it all sparks from this.

The hell is this? It’s her luggage obviously just work with me here. Asami is well off. And she’s got style, so it’s safe to assume that the girl loves her clothes. Which is great, I do too, and she’s not snooty or snide about it. But can we not all imagine that she’s the type of girl that has a walk in closet bigger then some apartments. I present the above picture as exhibit A. I doubt all those cases are full of papers and books is what I’m saying.

So why the heck is she a one outfit kinda girl? For a year by the way. Same jacket, same boots. And don’t get me wrong, they’re awesome and they work but c’mon. (See? I told you this would be inane.) And yes. I’m aware of the legit reason she wears one outfit for three seasons. Animation is expensive and changing her outfit even once an episode is a lot to ask and isn’t needed for the show. I would just like to take this moment therefore to lament Asami’s wardrobe that we will never see, and to wish if the show had infinite money and time we could have seen some variety. And I’d like to cross my fingers and hope we see some variation in the upcoming comic. I mean we all want to see casual, pajama Asami. Summer Asami. Just think of the possibilities. Alright, inane talk over. Except to say her outfit is still perfect and I love it.

It ended up being a really beautiful day! I actually took this picture to show how crazy my hair looked after I took it down from having it in a bun for dance…but in the picture it doesn’t look so bad. 🤷‍♀️

Dance was fun–I’m not used to such a small class; there was nowhere to hide! (I’m definitely a back-of-the-class girl.) But, the teacher gave me a really nice compliment about my posture and “lines” while dancing. 😁And, before class my friend and I had absolutely delicious sushi and discussed All the Ugly and Wonderful Things in our own mini book club. I didn’t know that today would be her first sushi in America (since moving here from South Africa several months ago), so I’m glad I picked a good place!

I backed out of happy hour–I still had laundry and grocery shopping to do and I am socialed out. We’re going on Wednesday instead. I’m currently trying to read more of Dark Money. It is interesting…but it’s like a very depressing dystopian novel (only it’s non-fiction) in which all the characters are dreadfully unlikeable. 😳😐😞 I’m only 100 pages in. I think I’ll just keep doing what I’ve been doing and reading a chapter before or after I read my other books.

Let them believe what they want. Let them take his side and leave you for dead because they don’t understand that a broken heart is enough. Let them. Let them see the pictures of his new girl and wonder where you are but say nothing, because they’re his, not yours. Let them see you sad, but never let them see you cry. The heart bleeds through your eyes. You’re healing, don’t create any more damage. You lived and loved before him, you will live and love again. They don’t know. They have no one they would die for.

- When he’s gone

Kind of surreal...

You know what all those back pics from setlock remind me off:

graphic by @anything-sherlock

This picture is by surrealist painter Rene Magritte:

It shows the collector Edward James and is called Not to be Reproduced (La reproduction interdite, 1937). The book you see on the mantlepiece is Edgar Allan Poe’s The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket.

This painting was one of three produced by Magritte for the ballroom of James’s London home. The other two were The Red Model (1937) and Time Transfixed (1938).

This is Time Transfixed:

Doctor Who Girl in the Fireplace, anyone?

The painting is called La Durée poignardée which means ‘Ongoing Time Stabbed by a Dagger’ (delayed action stabbing?)

Oh, this is Red Model (1937 version):

I don’t have to mention Mary’s red coat and that she’ll be gone sometime in S4…

Magritte painted another portrait of Edward James titled The Pleasure Principle (1937) = no more deferred pleasures?

Kind of reminds me of Mycroft…

Don’t know if this has any meaning at all though.

The only funny moment in my life was during eighth grade choir when we were singing you can’t stop the beat and then I fainted and the beat stopped. Turns out you can stop the beat.
—  My sister
Some days I think I’m over him and then there are days where I end up crying on the bathroom floor till 5:00 am staring at his picture, wondering why he thought I wasn’t good enough. Cursing myself for not being good enough for him.

Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #283


9:34 pm

Perhaps a different kind of fic rec...

So I have been working on a tattoo sleeve for a while now. It’s a little strange because instead of pictures it’s all quotes from movies/books/music and fics!

Last night I added the intro to my all time favorite fic!

The lines are from @redlance​‘s one shot ‘A Moment’s Reprieve’. If you haven’t had a chance to read the fic yet guys then take a second and do so! As a matter of fact, take a second and read all of her stuff. Girl is talented!
Also, check out the amazing GIF set made by @bechloe-beatchell​.
I won’t lie, I saw the set first and I think it influenced a lot of how I saw the fic. 

(And a little shout out to Swen who can see the LFW tattoo too)

(Happy Ending AU) Real talk, though, when Eleven inevitably gets sick for the first time living outside the lab, Mike would pull every excuse in the book to make him mom let him stay home from school. She doesn’t relent, telling him that Joyce is more than capable of nursing a sick child and that he doesn’t need to catch what El has, anyway. As soon as they get about a block away from the house, Nancy puts her hand on her brother’s shoulder and tells him with a smirk that she’ll cover for him at school. It turns out that Joyce had to go to work, anyway, leaving Jonathan to look after El (and ultimately turn a blind eye to the little Wheeler kid snuggled up in bed with a pile of picture books, comics, and hot chocolate on the nightstand and a certain sniffling girl at his side). Jonathan is in the kitchen making stacks of Eggos to help El’s medicine go down easy 

‘What’s she like?’ I ask. You pull out your wallet and show me a polaroid picture folded neatly, staright through the middle.
You point to a girl standing by you with long, wavy brown hair and pretty caramel eyes, she had a soft luminescesnt smile painted on her face.
It hurt, I mean it really physically hurt, and not because you didnt love me anymore but because i understood now why you chose her.
—  S.M // Polaroids

Hey you, my name’s Aria, I’m a 14 year old female, and I live in Florida (United States of America)

So about me:
-I have an obsession with Norway, and I have no idea where it came from

-I’m trying to learn Norwegian, but as a Hispanic girl that never learned Spanish, languages are difficult for me

-I love reading and watching tv shows but I’m terrible at finishing a book/series

-I’m always open to listening to new music since I don’t exactly have my own taste

-I love photography even though my pictures aren’t the best, taking picture with my camera is one of my favorite things to do

-I’m super passionate about animals (except for cockroaches) and I’m planning to be a veterinarian when I’m older

-I’m not a huge YouTube fan (I know that’s probably weird) but I love the youtubers Grimcorn, Anniken Englund Jørgen, and David Dobrik
My perfect pen pal:

-anyone from the ages 13-17

-nobody homophobic, racist, sexist, or misogynistic

-I don’t care about race, gender identity, sexuality, or what country you’re from, time zones don’t bother me that much

-someone who can make conversation (I’m pretty shy and really bad at texting first until I get comfortable)

-you’ll probably be getting pics of my dogs and fish so be prepared for that

-please no perverted creeps, I don’t feel like putting you in your place, and no matter how much money you offer, I’m not going to involve myself in your disgusting fantasies
You can message me on:

-Tumblr: gloriusmind
-Instagram: _notaria_ (my Instagram is private but I accept all requests)

I will probably give you my snapchat and start a streak with you if you want, but you need to ask for my Snapchat from any of the two platforms above