Summer Evening, 1947 - Illustrated by Edward Hopper.
This may be my favoritest thing on the internet.
Linda Belcher’s Porcelain Babies
so here for this rn
selena you’re killing me
shamelessly diggin this
i wish i could find the original of this on tumblr but the gif-dress is too wonderful to pass up.
Some profound pop culture commentary here.
glorious, i tell you.
the amount ive listened to this record tho
“For this is the country where the age of the internal combustion engine has come into its own. Where every boy is Barney Oldfield, and the girls wear organdy and batiste and eyelet embroidery and no panties on account of the climate and have smooth little faces to break your heart and when the wind of the car’s speed lifts up their hair at the temples you see the sweet little beads of perspiration nestling there, and they sit low in the seat with their little spines crooked and their bent knees high toward the dashboard and not too close together for the cool, if you could call it that, from the hood ventilator. Where the smell of gasoline and burning brake bands and red-eye is sweeter than myrrh. Where the eight-cylinder jobs come roaring around the curves in the red hills and scatter the gravel like spray, and when they ever get down in the flat country and hit the new slab, God have mercy on the mariner.”
-Robert Penn Warren