A daydream is a meal at which images are eaten. Some of us are gourmets, some gourmands, and a good many take their images precooked out of a can and swallow them down whole, absent-mindedly and with little relish.
— W.H. Auden (via mycolorbook)
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important update:

motherfuckgepetto:

i ended up writing a poem about the poem that i was originally writing and i think if shit gets anymore meta then we will all literally become a poem

yetanotherearth:

untitled by ondiraiduveau on Flickr.

This woman looks a lot like me and it’s really a queer feeling.

yetanotherearth:

untitled by ondiraiduveau on Flickr.

This woman looks a lot like me and it’s really a queer feeling.

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kolkhara:

A Hair Perhaps Divides the False and True (2012) - Yemenite Artist Salwa Aleryani

The title is inspired by a verse from Rubaiyat Omar Al Khayyam.

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Yet no matter how deeply I go down into myself
my God is dark, and like a webbing made
of a hundred roots, that drink in silence.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book of Hours (via mirroir)
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breathemystardust:

bijoux-et-mineraux:

Topaz and Smoky Quartz on Albite

wow

breathemystardust:

bijoux-et-mineraux:

Topaz and Smoky Quartz on Albite

wow

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It’s been a while since I’ve done a life update on here.

Things have been crazy.

     I started doing art again, and then stopped. Then started a little again, and am now doing commissions.  Depression, anxiety, life, a whole bunch of things got in the way, and I didn’t deal well. But I’m learning each time to cope better, and I think the experience is doing me good in the long run.

     My writing is going, but slowly. My old school is paying me to mentor writing students in an online forum, so that’s been exciting. I’m finding that I enjoy teaching much more than I ever though I would.

I remember being thirteen or so and adamantly telling my family that there was no way in hell I would ever want to teach highschool children anything. Look at me now, a semi-regular writing teacher at a highschool who also mentors online in her spare time. Man, things change.

     My band has been playing a lot of shows in Vancouver.  The Roxy, The Rickshaw, Joe’s Apartment on Granville, The Cellar. It’s been a busy few months, musically-speaking. But we may have just lost our drummer/one of the founding members of the band. Tensions are running high with our frontman who had a mental breakdown before the last show.  But, such is the way when dealing with artists.  The band goes on.

My partner is moving to Vancouver to be closer to his band and work, which is going to be a huge adjustment, seeing as we’ve never lived more than twenty minutes apart. But it will be fun for him, and I’ll get to spend some weekends in the city, which will be a lot of fun.

Life is busy, things are crazy.  Nothing ever slows down and I have no idea where I will be in six months. I’m terrified and excited to find out.

sinandserotonin:

I need you
and a cigarette

the difference being
I have a pack of cigarettes
in the front pocket of my jacket

but I don’t have you
coiled up in my lungs—

if I could, I’d rather have
you in my jacket and
the cigarettes far away.

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littlebabybunny:

i keep finding dried up flower petals tangled in my hair

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she-hulk-smash asked: I'm getting it colored! I want like a golden brown ombré :3 how do you like your extensions?

That’s going to look so awesome on you:) I’m loving them so much! Mine are black and dark purple ombré. They’re huge and fabulous.

kyhuk asked: My gf loves your blog! lol

Ha! That’s awesome to hear :)I love getting messages like these, you totally made my day.  Does she have a tumblr too? I’ll add her!

I couldn’t tell whether it was eight in the evening or 10 am; everything was bright and misty and my eyes hadn’t adjusted to the light.
I forgot spring could be like this: the wind dropping off so suddenly, the heat breaking over my shoulders in waves. T.S. Eliot said April is the cruelest month, but I must make a case for May.

I couldn’t tell whether it was eight in the evening or 10 am; everything was bright and misty and my eyes hadn’t adjusted to the light.

I forgot spring could be like this: the wind dropping off so suddenly, the heat breaking over my shoulders in waves. T.S. Eliot said April is the cruelest month, but I must make a case for May.

necspenecmetu:

Antonio de Bellis, Apollo and Marsyas, 17th century

That is the sassiest damn angel I have ever seen.
Skinning hellions. Deal with it, bitches.

necspenecmetu:

Antonio de Bellis, Apollo and Marsyas, 17th century

That is the sassiest damn angel I have ever seen.

Skinning hellions. Deal with it, bitches.

Reblogged from Beauty Lies in the Eye