And no grown-up will ever understand that this is a matter of so much...– The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (via the-final-sentence) oh hai francaise, ready for a re-visit?
like the sartorialist, but more accessible →
tax season Another obligatory entry about home, where no catastrophes are in sight, but somehow rough grains underneath your feet work their way inside your skin anyway. It’s taxing. That’s all I can say to sum it up. Actually, I can (and have) summed it up in a million ways, maybe even too much. But why throw away something that gives you so much material each time? As a writer,...
Best friends are people you don't need to talk to...
VEGAS REBONDING! It’s rare to have friends like these.
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank...– Invictus by William Ernest Henley, submitted be wearediamonds (via quote-book) I was just reading this last night, along with i wandered lonely as a cloud, the 3rd and 4th last lines were written by wordsworth’s wife, i feel cheated
Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.– Jean Cocteau (via misswallflower) First year, someone called me a transparent mirror, probably because I take on whatever identities imposed on me without much reflection (pun intended). It was the most razor-sharp insight anyone’s had into me, to this day, I wonder how he knew.
The Aporeticus: What Celebrity Culture Means: →
mills: that we do not distinguish between moral and immoral; deliberate and accidental; inspiring and revolting; intelligent and successful; or renown and infamy when choosing to whom we’ll pay attention; that where we pay attention directs where technology and commerce occur, which in turn produces…
When I was one-and-twenty by A.E. Housman
misswallflower: When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, ‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.’ But I was one-and-twenty, No use to talk to me. When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, ‘The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; ’Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue.’...
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.– Kurt Vonnegut (Mother Night) This theme keeps coming up today, the idea that we all put up a “theatrical” self to everyone, except when we’re alone. I don’t think this makes the “selves” we present to others any less authentic though. Because, really, what are...
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.– Chuck Palahniuk (via kari-shma)
pg 24/26, moda photoshoot! →
galliano's final show →
It really really sucks that he is stepping down, despite how much I hate the remarks he’s made, he is a tremendous designer. It’s always jarring when talent and personality don’t mix.
Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.– Oscar Wilde (via mollystrickland)
Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working.– Pablo Picasso (via jamesnord)
Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and...– Robertson Davies (via misswallflower)
I talked to a stranger in a coffee shop for the first time today. We were both reading for a while, then he asked me what I was reading, and we struck up a conversation. It turns out that he’s from LA too! Covina, came here for divinity school, wants to go into ministry. We talked about getting out of the socal bubble, future career plans, his poli sci to the ministry transition, city...
my name's anagram is "AGAIN DAWN"...isn't that...