spent 25 minutes this morning playing with my hair, trying to create a Joan Holloway updo, only to realize that it a) made me look like an alien and b) I don’t have a lovely 60’s outfit for cold weather, and undo it. am wearing a ponytail. again.
loooove the exposed brick.
(Source: mygingerbreadhouse)
so so pretty. {but really, wipe off the knife before you lay it on a book. seriously. < / end librarian rant >}
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gorgeous. {also, now I’m hungry….}
(Source: pinterest.com)
“In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?”
Ranier Marie Rilke
“I don’t think you have to experience all that in order to write good poetry. The important thing is to put down the things you DO experience. Whatever bothers you or excites you, use that. And don’t worry whether or not it’s interesting. Chances are, if it’s honest, it will strike a chord in someone else.”
Joe Ascher, The Embers, by Hyatt Bass, page 17.
(via sweethomestyle)
totally in love with white, lately. can’t you just imagine lounging in that bed and reading a beautiful book?
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