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"It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even..."

Sat, 25 May 2013 14:49:58 +0800

“It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s changed is you.”

- F. Scott Fitzgerald (via organized-clutter)

poetbabble: Hotels and motels have always struck me as incredible arenas of possibility. This has...

Sat, 25 May 2013 14:44:00 +0800

poetbabble:

Hotels and motels have always struck me as incredible arenas of possibility. This has been true, even if I was checking in to one alone. I like the feeling (or the illusion) that I am completely off the grid, anonymous and unfindable, like a fugitive. For a long time the most important quality in a hotel room was, for me, that it was a hotel room…. What every hotel room has in common is the erotics of a blank slate.

- Thomas Beller, from “Love, Hotel Style”

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Sat, 25 May 2013 14:43:20 +0800

"I beg you, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the..."

Sat, 25 May 2013 14:41:19 +0800

“I beg you, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”

- Rainer Maria Rilke

speciallyi: Spiralling Sunday, an original by me!!!!...

Fri, 24 May 2013 01:32:24 +0800

speciallyi:

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Hold On To What You’ve Got

Tue, 14 May 2013 18:43:23 +0800

Hold On To What You’ve Got :

I suspect that the curious personality merging you see in really close young-girl friendships can only be achieved under very particular circumstances. You must be at that point of adolescence where you’re only half-formed, as a person, but you feel fully formed. At twelve, you are so far from who you’re going to be, but in your mind you’re all the way there. Your opinions are intractably strong and you would die for them, but they’ll all be completely different in a month. The entire course of your life can be altered by a movie or a song or a long conversation in the dead of night after you’re supposed to have gone to sleep. Everything you have in common feels magical, as though knowing all the words to “Born to Run” is a sign that your souls are intertwined, instead of a sign that both of your parents came of age in the 1970s. As you begin to sculpt yourself into the person you want to be—the person you believe deep down you have always been, were always destined to be, and have only just now discovered—someone is there to hold your hand. When that happens, there is a part of you that never lets go.

(via Little Girl Poses as Influential Women Throughout History -...

Tue, 14 May 2013 05:43:28 +0800

(via Little Girl Poses as Influential Women Throughout History - My Modern Metropolis)

marteaprieto: Bodegón #2 © Marta Prieto

Mon, 13 May 2013 18:39:12 +0800

marteaprieto:

Bodegón #2 © Marta Prieto

Seven hours to go to an exam which I am wholly unprepared for. This seems to happen at least once...

Mon, 13 May 2013 08:23:42 +0800

Seven hours to go to an exam which I am wholly unprepared for. This seems to happen at least once every exam season - L and I stay up cramming because we were too busy dicking around all the days before. Today I wrote three paragraphs of a story about a table and felt too tired to go on. Sometimes I think I should have been born a dust mite.

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Mon, 13 May 2013 08:18:10 +0800

bohemea: Carey Mulligan - Bazaar UK by Tom Allen, June 2013

Mon, 13 May 2013 05:51:49 +0800

bohemea:

Carey Mulligan - Bazaar UK by Tom Allen, June 2013

nevver: Fulcrum & Lever

Mon, 13 May 2013 05:51:16 +0800

nevver:

Fulcrum & Lever

favorite artists: Joseph Mallord William Turner, “The painter...

Mon, 13 May 2013 02:27:25 +0800

favorite artists: Joseph Mallord William Turner, “The painter of light” (1775-1851)

“You should tell them that indistinctiveness is my forte” — Turner’s reply when hearing that some rich douchebag that purchased one of his paintings complained about it and called it indistinct (Willy’s taking none of your shit)

"My mother said to me, ‘If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will..."

Mon, 13 May 2013 01:35:36 +0800

“My mother said to me, ‘If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope.’ Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso.”

- Pablo Picasso (via sfmoma)

artchipel: Tumblr Artist Karborn | on Tumblr (UK) Karborn is a...

Mon, 13 May 2013 01:34:42 +0800

artchipel:

Tumblr Artist

Karborn | on Tumblr (UK)

Karborn is a London based artist who defines himself as a prototype young artist of the future-technoid, paradisiacal, neuromantic, an integration of intelligence and an instinctive engagement with visual arts, music, film and machines – informed by his vision of the clarity, beauty and geometry of the real world. Please visit artist website or follow his Tumblr for more work and inspiration. You can also find his fine art prints on his online store.

[more Karborn | artists found at jonyorkblog]

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Mon, 13 May 2013 01:24:36 +0800

signifierofmalepower: My picks from #safetytipsforladies on...

Sun, 12 May 2013 22:14:13 +0800

signifierofmalepower:

My picks from #safetytipsforladies on Twitter.

Becoming my father

Sun, 12 May 2013 07:01:38 +0800

Have realised that my favorite alcohol right now is probably beer: I like Leffe, and Desperado, and Corona, and 1664. I went through a vodka phase, a tequila phase (did not last long), and concluded that a good mojito is still more enjoyable. Beers, though. Beers and tacos. Good stuff.

what-do-i-wear: (image: littleblacksalmiak)

Sun, 12 May 2013 06:54:34 +0800

what-do-i-wear:

(image: littleblacksalmiak)

byebyebananas: Great War, Marcoing, France. As the ferocious...

Sun, 12 May 2013 03:05:36 +0800

byebyebananas:

Great War, Marcoing, France. As the ferocious battle wound down and enemy troops surrendered or retreated, a wounded German soldier limped out of the maelstrom and into Private Henry Tandey’s (27) line of fire; the battle weary man never raised his rifle and just stared at Tandey resigned to the inevitable. ”I took aim but couldn’t shoot a wounded man,” said Tandey, “so I let him go.” The young German soldier nodded in thanks and the two men took diverging paths. His name was Adolf Hitler.

Hitler later saw a newspaper report about Tandey being awarded the VC (in October 1918), recognized him, and kept the clipping.

Twenty years later, he acquired a large photograph of a painting featuring Tandey, and when asked why by then British Prime Minister Neville Camberlain he replied: ”that man came so near to killing me that I thought I should never see Germany again; Providence saved me from such devilishly accurate fire as those English boys were aiming at us”. He also asked Chamberlain to convey his best wishes and gratitude to Tandey.

Gee Henry Tandey, see what happens when you’re brave, heroic, and have a good merciful heart? World War Two. Gryffindors!