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nightowlauthor: What I do with my books when no one is...

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 16:42:30 +0100

What I do with my books when no one is watching.

neil-gaiman: Books Everyone Should Read — an...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 22:27:55 +0100

Books Everyone Should Read — an infographic.

From http://www.informationisbeautiful.net/visualizations/books-everyone-should-read/

CREDITS —

RESEARCH & DESIGN: DAVID MCCANDLESS, MIRIAM QUICK, MATT HANCOCK

DATA: BIT.LY/BOOKSEVERYONE

SOURCES: UK’S MOST BORROWED LIBRARY BOOKS, DESERT ISLAND DISCS BOOK CHOICES, PULITZER PRIZE WINNERS (1948-2010) ASKMETAFILTER.COM’S BOOKS EVERYONE SHOULD READ, WORLD BOOK DAY POLL, TELEGRAPH 100 NOVELS EVERYONE SHOULD READ, GOODREADS.COM, BSPCN.COM, GUARDIAN 100 NOVELS EVERYONE MUST READ, MAN BOOKER PRIZE WINNERS, OPRAH’S BOOK CLUB LIST.

photojojo: Using negative space in photos he takes of the sky,...

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 19:33:22 +0100

photojojo:

Using negative space in photos he takes of the sky, Thomas Lamadieu sketches playful illustrations that wedge themselves between towering buildings.

The most striking feature is how the contours of the buildings form everything from beards to mythical animals.

Mixed Media Illustrations on Images of the Sky

via Beautiful Decay

hellogiggles: SKETCHES SHOW HOW WE SEE OURSELVES VS. HOW...

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 22:01:40 +0100

hellogiggles:

SKETCHES SHOW HOW WE SEE OURSELVES VS. HOW STRANGERS DO
by Mary Traina
http://hellogiggles.com/sketches-show-how-we-see-ourselves-vs-how-strangers-do

emilydalwraith: Happy Easter Ann Jasmine! Hope you’re enjoying...

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 17:18:21 +0100

emilydalwraith:

Happy Easter Ann Jasmine! Hope you’re enjoying tackling on that mountain of european chocolates and Easter eggs I know you hoard around this time of the year :)

Miss you lots,
E.D.

Happy Easter!

fearsvsdreams: Fear: Not being able to love myself. | Dream: To...

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 20:25:20 +0000

fearsvsdreams:

Fear: Not being able to love myself. | Dream: To show others they’re not alone.

ilovecharts: Installing Spring London right now. Why is still...

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 19:32:15 +0000

ilovecharts:

Installing Spring

London right now. Why is still snowing?????

Photo

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 21:33:55 +0000

Notre Dame

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 20:00:52 +0000

Notre Dame

Parisian Street Performer - Sacre Coeur

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 16:34:25 +0000

Parisian Street Performer - Sacre Coeur

Why you should travel young

Sun, 10 Mar 2013 15:11:25 +0000

Why you should travel young

"They simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful..."

Fri, 21 Dec 2012 12:24:38 +0000

“They simply never understand,
do they,
that sometimes solitude is
one of the most beautiful things
on earth?”

- Charles Bukowski (via beautyisanillusion)

"I see myself and my life each day differently. What can I say? The facts lie. I have been Don..."

Wed, 19 Dec 2012 21:45:02 +0000

“

I see myself and my life each day differently. What can I say? The facts lie. I have been Don Quixote, always creating a world of my own. I am all the women in the novels, yet still another not in the novels. It took me more than sixty diary volumes until now to tell about my life. Like Oscar Wilde I put only my art into my work and my genius into my life. My life is not possible to tell. I change every day, change my patterns, my concepts, my interpretations. I am a series of moods and sensations. I play a thousand roles. I weep when I find others play them for me. My real self is unknown. My work is merely an essence of this vast and deep adventure. I create a myth and a legend, a lie, a fairy tale, a magical world, and one that collapses every day and makes me feel like going the way of Virginia Woolf. I have tried to be not neurotic, not romantic, not destructive, but may be all of these in disguises.

It is impossible to make my portrait because of my mobility. I am not photogenic because of my mobility. Peace, serenity, and integration are unknown to me. My familiar climate is anxiety. I write as I breathe, naturally, flowingly, spontaneously, out of an overflow, not as a substitute for life. I am more interested in human beings than in writing, more interested in lovemaking than in writing, more interested in living than in writing. More interested in becoming a work of art than in creating one. I am more interesting than what I write. I am gifted in relationship above all things. I have no confidence in myself and great confidence in others. I need love more than food. I stumble and make errors, and often want to die. When I look most transparent is probably when I have just come out of the fire. I walk into the fire always, and come out more alive. All of which is not for Harper’s Bazaar.

I think life tragic, not comic, because I have no detachment. I have been guilty of idealization, guilty of everything except detachment. I am guilty of fabricating a world in which I can live and invite others to live in, but outside of that I cannot breathe. I am guilty of too serious, too grave living, but never of shallow living. I have lived in the depths. My first tragedy sent me to the bottom of the sea; I live in a submarine, and hardly ever come to the surface. I love costumes, the foam of aesthetics, noblesse oblige, and poetic writers. At fifteen I wanted to be Joan of Arc, and later, Don Quixote. I never awakened from my familiarity with mirages, and I will end probably in an opium den. None of that is suitable for Harper’s Bazaar.

I am apparently gentle, unstable, and full of pretenses. I will die a poet killed by the nonpoets, will renounce no dream, resign myself to no ugliness, accept nothing of the world but the one I made myself. I wrote, lived, loved like Don Quixote, and on the day of my death I will say: ‘Excuse me, it was all a dream,’ and by that time I may have found one who will say: ‘Not at all, it was true, absolutely true.’

”

- Letter from Anais Nin turning down a profile for Harper Bazaar

"She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you..."

Sun, 30 Sep 2012 10:28:44 +0100

“She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.”

- Neil Gaiman (via loveyourchaos)

For you.

Thu, 30 Aug 2012 21:21:32 +0100

For you.

Hey you, Did you know I love you? Did you know you’re an amazing friend for dealing with my...

Thu, 30 Aug 2012 19:34:48 +0100

Hey you,

Did you know I love you? Did you know you’re an amazing friend for dealing with my bullshit? My distant behaviour, my disappearance acts, my prolonged replies. I’m so thankful for you, for being such a rock in my life.

Even though I’m 10,000 miles away, you’re not alone. I’m with you.

You’re a light in my life. You, with you’re overwhelming need to always ask “what can I do to help?” You, with you’re insistence to wear heels everywhere. You, the only one I can share guilty reading pleasures with. You, who would only understand why putting two names together is freakin’ awesome. You, who is always there at whatever time to listen to me ramble and whine. You, with your crooked ears.

Do you want to know a secret? I call you my bestfriend to people who don’t know us. It’s a title I’m slowly starting to get used to, a title I’m slowly wanting to claim and declare to the world that it’s you. After 6 years I think it’s time to say it out loud.

You’re my very bestfriend.

I want you to be there when (if ever) I walk down the aisle. I want you to be there when my first child comes along. I want our kids to go to school together. I want you&I to sit in rocking chairs when we’re old and gray with phones in hand, our old wrinkled eyes staring unblinkingly at one of our reading pleasures, a Dramione or a Chair.

You are good enough, you are more than good enough. You do not need to be validated by someone else because you being you is why I love you.

You’re not alone.

annjasmine_

a seconds worth of how my story’s ending. Crawling in...

Mon, 20 Aug 2012 22:56:33 +0100

a seconds worth of how my story’s ending.

Crawling in the Dark - Hoobastank

Budapest street graffiti (Taken with Instagram)

Sun, 19 Aug 2012 23:29:47 +0100

Budapest street graffiti (Taken with Instagram)

Pemberley!! (Taken with Instagram)

Sun, 12 Aug 2012 16:52:14 +0100

Pemberley!! (Taken with Instagram)

Visited the Out of Focus exhibition at Saatch Gallery over the...

Mon, 21 May 2012 20:59:48 +0100

Visited the Out of Focus exhibition at Saatch Gallery over the weekend - it was the first photography exhibit at the gallery for years. The first Gallery you walk in is a series of portraits shot by Katy Grannan. These two stood out the most to me.

The older lady on the left, she looks like she’s lived and lived well. Yes, her skin is worn, yes she has wrinkles but I think all those wrinkles just show how much she’s laughed in her lifetime. Her blue eyes still look so youthful, so vibrant, so willing. She has the expression that I would want to wear on my own face when I get to her age.

The lady on the right. All dolled up, wearing someone else’s costume she looks like.. she’s watching something turn away, something or someone slip away. Like she had just been shattered or rejected. I don’t ever want to wear this expression…