May 31, 2012

May 30, 2012


(via Miss Moss via Manger).

May 29, 2012

May 27, 2012


(via Jewel of the South).

May 26, 2012


(by FashionToast).

May 25, 2012


“If we were to open to a random page in her journal-- which she must have kept and kept with her at all times, not fearing that it would be lost, or discovered and read, but that she would on day stumble upon that thing which was finally worth writing about and remembering, only to find that she had no place to write it-- we would find something rendering of the following sentiment: I am not in love.


Jonathan Safran Foer.

(by The Sartorialist).


(by The Sartorialist).

May 24, 2012


(via Jewel of the South).

May 23, 2012


The Maybe, 1995.

(by StyleRookie).


(via Jewel of the South).

May 20, 2012


The Maybe, 1995.
Instillation at the Serpentine Gallery, London.
a collaboration between Cornelia Parker and Tilda Swinton.


(via littlenia.tumblr.com)

May 19, 2012

what is so pressing that you can't undress me anyway?

(via that which obtains).

May 18, 2012

"You really don't have a place to live? Where will you sit patiently in the dark while you wait for the next day to start? I mean sleep."

This week's 30 Rock was everything I could have ever wanted.

(via Rookie).


(by Michelle Armas).

May 16, 2012

(Stephen Hawking, 1965)

May 15, 2012

Atlanta is all slow movement, whirling fans, peaks of blue through skylights, cotton candy ice cream in overcooked waffle cones, and tall glasses of hot coffee and cream. There is a lonely loveliness to it all, but the old discontent never leaves my parent's house or the streets of suburbia. (Maybe it just never leaves me).

I don't know what to do with myself here. Pushing for a second job to make ends meet in the fall, but I don't know where to apply. I don't know where I can root and burrow down for the next three and half months. Because of that, I'm delaying the decisions and spending most days curled up in whicker in the porch's shade reading The Dream Songs

What's funny is that I'm not restless. Its disconcerting to lose that familiar feeling. I'm not restless, but I am eager. The South's slowness has been comforting, but I feel stagnant. I don't know where to invest myself this summer. More than anything, I want to see new places. Kiss new people. Draw with chalk on cleaner sidewalks. I want to learn new things. 

Atlanta is comforting because it is an old city, filled with old friends, and old memories. But I want challenging! And I don't know where to look for it, especially confined within the summer's shade and the Georgia landscape.

(by the Sartorialist).

May 13, 2012

14

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) 'Ever to confess you're bored
means you have no


Inner Resources.' I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as achilles,


who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.


John Berryman



(by Style Rookie).


(via that which obtains).

May 12, 2012

(via Here and Now).

May 11, 2012

what a lovely night to make bad decisions and alienate people!

Mine, I mean.


(by Elgatoazul).

May 10, 2012


(via Here and Now).

May 8, 2012


(Myrtle Lookbook).


(by Industry of One).

May 7, 2012


(by Style Rookie).


(by The Sartorialist).

May 5, 2012

You always feel trapped biologically.


Hemingway 

Disappearing Acts.


(by Matt Winslewski).

May 3, 2012

Direction.


(via that which obtains).

packing packing packing.
y'all should just see my apartment right now.

its barren and disastrously messy at the same time.




(via phosophenes).

May 2, 2012


(via Jewel of the South).


May 1, 2012

For the mountains shall depart and the hills be removed
But thy kindness shall not depart from me
Neither shall the covenant of thy peace be removed.


Mendelssohn

(Michelle Williams; Band of Outsiders).