tomorrow is the first page of a three hundred and sixty five page book. write a good one.

 

"May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art - write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself." - Neil Gaiman

 

x x
Publicerad 31.12.2013 kl. 19:42

and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

 

Jag skrev om hur jag vill bo i framtiden för några månader sedan, men man hittar ju hela tiden ny inspiration på we heart it, så jag tycker att det börjar bli hög tid för ett till inlägg med inredningsdrömmar!

 

x x
Publicerad 19.09.2013 kl. 17:26

we're not kidding anyone except ourselves

x x
Publicerad 07.09.2013 kl. 19:09

we grew up in the age of transition and have become the generation of nostalgia

sylvie vartan & francoise hardy

 

life

 

okänd källa

 

jane birkin

 

bettie davis

 

twiggy

 

okänd källa

 

okänd källa

 

california, 1967

 

diane conlon

 

okänd källa

 

san francisco, 1965

 

okänd källa

 

x x
Publicerad 17.07.2013 kl. 13:56

you must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star

Utklipp från några av de fantastiska bloggar jag följer:

 

ditzy and whimzy

 

i broke my hip doing the twist

 

naturally dapper

 

birdie wears a tie

 

style orbit

 

bobbly rainbow socks

 

xx

x x
Publicerad 03.07.2013 kl. 12:15

i love being in big cities with other people, because i'm reminded that there are billions of people like me and we all are stuck inside our minds

Hittade en så himla fin text på tumblr som ni måste läsa. Nej, självklart måste ni ingenting, men jag lovar att ni kommer att känna er lite bättre till mods om ni gör det.

 

 

a note to self


1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken.


2. Don’t write for him. Write for you. Write for others like you. Write so the girl that thinks about stepping in front of public transportation doesn’t. 


3. When you will yourself to sleep and it doesn’t come- get up. It doesn’t matter that it’s 3 am. There will be other 3 am’s. Take a shower. Take two. Wash him out of your hair. Write a poem. Read the same book you’ve read 202 times again. The 203rd time might tell you something different. Don’t stay in bed- you will think about the bus again.

 


4. Don’t kiss him because he’s broken. Don’t kiss him because his laughter never reaches his eyes. Don’t try and fix him. Fix yourself first. Be selfish. He can’t save you.


5. Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.


6. Dress up and wear red lipstick and get drunk with your friends. They’re the ones that will pick you up. Don’t kiss him. Or him. Don’t fall asleep on strange couches with strange boys. When his hand slides up your dress walk away. Hit him. Don’t kiss him. He can’t save you.

 


7. Get another tattoo. Get five more. Get another hole in your ear. Don’t listen to your dad. You will still be able to get a job. Did you really want to be employed by someone like your father? Haven’t you had enough of judgmental old white men anyway? Get fuck you tattooed in tiny letters on your hip.


8. When you feel the yearning for a new city- start over. Take 200 bucks and three suitcases. Work anywhere that will have you. Meet strange people and forget your name. Call yourself Ruby. No one will know the difference. Come home when you find yourself in the strangers and the small one bedroom apartment.


9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring.

 


10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a boy that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.


Live.


Live.


Live.


Do you hear that? It’s me. It’s your life. Wake up.

 

av provingmyexistence

 

x x
Publicerad 26.05.2013 kl. 13:56

you are not where you are from, you are where you're going

 

I ask them to take a poem 
and hold it up to the light 
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem 
and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem’s room 
and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterski 
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author’s name on the shore.

But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope 
and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose 
to find out what it really means.

 

by Billy Collins

 

x x
Publicerad 23.05.2013 kl. 15:12

i think i'm in love with missing you more than i'm in love with you

x x
Publicerad 22.05.2013 kl. 10:20

it always shocked me when i realised that i wasn't the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things

 

Min favoritmålning genom alla tider är the starry night av van gogh, som är så magisk att jag liksom tappar bort alla mina ord när jag tittar på den. På musée d'orsay i paris fick jag inte se just den, men bland annat starry night over the rhone och the church at auvers. Det var så, så mäktigt. Tårarna bara rann över mina kinder medan jag vandrade runt i rummen med hans tavlor och ni kan tänka er att jag fick några roliga blickar, men det var det mycket mer än värt.

 

x x
Publicerad 29.04.2013 kl. 22:21

Skriver böcker och drömmer om att rädda världen.

 

Tycker om klänningar, städer som aldrig sover, regnigt väder, vaniljparfym, fräknar, rymden, svartvit teve, modemagasin, havet, doften av kaffe, flygfält, sommarnätter, feminism och allt som glittrar.