January 2, 2010
tulletulle: yohjiandrei: speakmnemosyne: yohjiandrei: speakmnemosyne: chair That thing is so incredibly hideous that I’m compelled to reblog it. It looks like the chair of a proponent of modernist-knitting who is also a grandmother. i love it so much. you have no idea. mm, it looks like something you’d love dear. whoa i need this

tulletulle:

yohjiandrei:

speakmnemosyne:

yohjiandrei:

speakmnemosyne:

chair

That thing is so incredibly hideous that I’m compelled to reblog it. It looks like the chair of a proponent of modernist-knitting who is also a grandmother.

i love it so much. you have no idea.

mm, it looks like something you’d love dear.

whoa i need this

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January 2, 2010
tulletulle: sofiacoppola: movieoftheday: Unable to go anywhere, the girls travelled in their imaginations to Siamese temples or passed an old man with a leafbroom tidying a moss-carpeted speck of Japan. We ordered the same catalogues and, flipping through the pages, we hiked through passes with the girls, stopping every now and then to help them with their backpacks, placing our hands on their warm, moist shoulders and gazing offat papaya sunsets. We drank tea with them in a water pavilion. We did whatever we wanted. Cecilia hadn’t died. She was a bride in Calcutta. The only way we could feel close to the girls was through these impossible trips which have scarred us forever, making us happier with dreams than wives.  Collecting everything we could of theirs, the Lisbon girls wouldn’t leave our minds. But they were slipping away.

tulletulle:

sofiacoppola:

movieoftheday:

Unable to go anywhere, the girls travelled in their imaginations to Siamese temples or passed an old man with a leafbroom tidying a moss-carpeted speck of Japan. We ordered the same catalogues and, flipping through the pages, we hiked through passes with the girls, stopping every now and then to help them with their backpacks, placing our hands on their warm, moist shoulders and gazing offat papaya sunsets. We drank tea with them in a water pavilion. We did whatever we wanted. Cecilia hadn’t died. She was a bride in Calcutta. The only way we could feel close to the girls was through these impossible trips which have scarred us forever, making us happier with dreams than wives.  Collecting everything we could of theirs, the Lisbon girls wouldn’t leave our minds. But they were slipping away.

2:26pm  |   URL: http://tumblr.com/ZKUUTyIh2Ia
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January 2, 2010
"It is certainly not then—not in dreams— but when one is wide awake, at moments of robust joy and achievement, on the highest terrace of consciousness, that mortality has a chance to peer beyond its own limits, from the mast, from the past and its castle tower. And although nothing much can be seen through the mist, there is somehow the blissful feeling that one is looking in the right direction."

— Vladimir Nabokov (via fatalistichues) (via speakmnemosyne) (via tulletulle)

2:17pm  |   URL: http://tumblr.com/ZKUUTyIg-SZ
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December 10, 2009
fuckyeahsasha: hirondelles: sasha pivovarova, hugo sauzay, irina lazareanu, freja beha erichsen & eddie klint  |  “czechmate”  |  w, december 2006  |  ph. michael thompson

fuckyeahsasha:

hirondelles:

sasha pivovarova, hugo sauzay, irina lazareanu, freja beha erichsen & eddie klint  |  “czechmate”  |  w, december 2006  |  ph. michael thompson

6:57am  |   URL: http://tumblr.com/ZKUUTyGYOzR
December 10, 2009
fuckyeahsasha: madisonwhitney: (via ElisabethIsabelle)

fuckyeahsasha:

madisonwhitney: (via ElisabethIsabelle)

6:52am  |   URL: http://tumblr.com/ZKUUTyGYOAb
(Notes: 17)
  
December 10, 2009
fuckyeahsasha: (via madmennie)

fuckyeahsasha:

(via madmennie)

6:52am  |   URL: http://tumblr.com/ZKUUTyGYO7y
December 10, 2009
fuckyeahsasha: qovop: Morning Beauty | Sasha Pivovarova by Igor Vishnyakov | Fashion Gone Rogue

fuckyeahsasha:

qovop:

Morning Beauty | Sasha Pivovarova by Igor Vishnyakov | Fashion Gone Rogue

6:42am  |   URL: http://tumblr.com/ZKUUTyGYMQU
(Notes: 20)
  
December 10, 2009
ji tobula. tobula. (via fuckyeahnature)

ji tobula. tobula. (via fuckyeahnature)

6:15am  |   URL: http://tumblr.com/ZKUUTyGYI2d
December 8, 2009
"Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to."

— Alan Watts (via fatalistichues) (via iampirate) (via tulletulle)

4:46pm  |   URL: http://tumblr.com/ZKUUTyGPR-w
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November 22, 2009
"When you’re going through hell , keep going."

— Winston Churchill

12:01pm  |   URL: http://tumblr.com/ZKUUTyF5rzF
November 22, 2009
vėl niekas neįdomu..

atsinešiau brmš prie pėciaus ir trumpam apžvelgiau visą šaltinių kiekybę. daug. nusviro rankos. žinau, it’s easy if you try ir t.t., bet… tereikia pabandyti, o aš nepabandžiau.. nusviro rankos.. ir vėl bus rankraščiai tai vienam tai kitam kambary.. popierių gausybė, nx. ir vėl, jog reikia eiti, vėl rinti, ir rūšiuoti…

koliažą, su mergina , besiritančia iš oranžinio kiaušinio, derėtų pabaigti.

8:27am  |   URL: http://tumblr.com/ZKUUTyF5EFa
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November 22, 2009

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