January 2011
17 posts
“I like to see people reunited, maybe that’s a silly thing, but what can I say, I...”
– Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close (via casimms)
This is fantastic way of describing an otherwise inexplicable feeling.
Artists you should check out.
http://www.jimtorok.com/art.html
and
http://napoleoman.deviantart.com/gallery/?offset=24
Gorgeous, gorgeous work.
Why is it that Goofy can stand on two feet and talk, while Pluto, who is also a dog, does neither? This has always confused me.
“it was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it,...”
– The Great Gatsby
I wish ...
… I had the gall to rock this hairstyle on a daily basis. I did it for Halloween (as Rosie the Riveter) and LOVED it.
Things I love.
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2. two-tone oxford shoes!
3. turtles :)
4. who doesn’t love this smell?!
5. spending hours in an art museum
6. leg warmers! (i’ve become a huge advocator since going to school in the tundra)
7. the elegance and sophistication of french braids
8. hot tea and a good book on a snowy day
9. photography and old cameras :)
10. antiquing!
Obsessions.
Aside from my very apparent infatuations (i.e. Criminal Minds and copious amounts of tea), I have always been disgustingly obsessed with rings.
These aren’t mine, but how wonderful if they were?
My new endeavor? To make a spoon ring! Like this one:
and to invest an elephant ring of some type (my other obsession: ELEPHANTS).
A good friend once told me ...
… the lyrics to this song by Regina Spektor. I thought it was wonderfully introspective and helped me out when I needed it the most. Not to mention the song is fantastic. Check it out: On the Radio by Regina Spektor
This is how it works, You peer inside yourself You take the things you like And try to love the things you took And then you take that love you made And stick it into some...
Check out this awesome series of images! It’s got me inspired for some new art projects =D
http://www.gargalhando.com/2010/07/21/combinando-desenhos-com-fotos-2
Sweet Dreams are made of these ...
All I ever want to do is write, write, write. It’s like I can’t type fast enough for the thoughts flowing out of my head. About everything and anything. But I guess mostly about this weird dream sequence I’ve been experiencing. Certain dreams that keep invading my slumber are just too weird - some leave me with good feelings, others leave me questioning things that are actually...
Hello 2011.
Watching the ball drop always provides an anticipation-induced feeling, as the last two minutes before minute take seemingly forever. And once midnight hits, it’s as if we’ve done a time warp and the hours float on. I can’t tell if it’s my ardent desire to write all the time, or my newfound addiction to tumblr, but I had been thinking about my post New Year’s journal...