May42014
May32014

sinnamonscouture:

Lorde Rocks Louis Vuitton and Dolce & Gabbana For FASHION Magazine Spread

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5PM

pikarar:

Creative business cards (Source)

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May22014

eyeswerelikemine:

being a girl who likes girls is so confusing its like do i like that girl in a aww she’s pretty way or in a gay way

(Source: controlledweirdness)

6PM
Krikor Jabotian - Spring Summer 2014
Krikor Jabotian - Spring Summer 2014

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5AM
likeafieldmouse:

Kasper Kovitz - Rate Your Progress (2009)

likeafieldmouse:

Kasper Kovitz - Rate Your Progress (2009)

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12AM
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bonitappleblog:

helveticafutura:

pufflehug:

josephinas—bidened:

wholegrainlofat:

gedenkenbrauchtwissen:

Retta my queen.

Retta is everything.

Best.

I love her and holy shit she looks amazing in that yellow

Absolutely magnificent—the photos, her words, all of it. 

WOW

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12AM
hannigraham:

Alrighty! I decided to make a masterpost for the lovely and talented Sylvia Plath. Here you will find the links I could find to her various works, journals, interviews, and readings. Please enjoy, and if there is any problem with the links or ones that could be added, please contact me via ask. :)

P O E T R Y

Collections:
The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath,(edited by Ted Hughes)
Reading her poetry:
Daddy
Lady Lazarus
Tulips
The Disquieting Muses
Parliament Hill Fields
Berck-Plage
A Birthday Present
The Ghost’s Leavetaking
The Stones
Cut
The Moon Was A Fat Woman Once (The Thin People)
Fever 103
Excerpts from Ariel part 1, part 2, part 3

P R O S E

Novel:
The Bell Jar
Short Story Collections:
Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams 
Superman and Paula Brown’s New Snowsuit
Children’s Books:
The Bed Book,(Illustrated by Quentin Blake)
The It-Doesn’t-Matter-Suit, (Illustrated by Rotraut Susanne Berner)

H E R   L I F E

Her Journals:
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Interviews with her:
1961 BBC Interview with Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes on Literature and Love
Talking about England
1962 Interview with Peter Orr
Documentaries and such on her:
Sylvia Plath - Marriage by Fate
Voices and Visions
Interviews with those who knew her:
Smith College Sylvia Plath 75th Year Symposium
Frieda Hughes on her mother’s drawings
Q&A with Frieda Hughes
Interview with Ted Hughes

A D A P T A T I O N S

Of her life:
Sylvia (2003)

hannigraham:

Alrighty! I decided to make a masterpost for the lovely and talented Sylvia Plath. Here you will find the links I could find to her various works, journals, interviews, and readings. Please enjoy, and if there is any problem with the links or ones that could be added, please contact me via ask. :)

P O E T R Y

Collections:

Reading her poetry:

P R O S E

Novel:

Short Story Collections:

Children’s Books:

H E R   L I F E

Her Journals:

Interviews with her:

Documentaries and such on her:

Interviews with those who knew her:

A D A P T A T I O N S

Of her life:

(Source: raybolger, via englishmajorinrepair)

May12014
delicious-food-porn:

cake-stuff:

lemon meringue layer cake
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delicious-food-porn:

cake-stuff:

lemon meringue layer cake

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12PM
6AM
theliteraryalchemist:

Goodbye for Now

From my rotting body flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.—Edvard Munch

An immortal beloved, dovetailedwonder, cringing with decrepit gripfor one more crescendo—I rememberbeing a young thing when hearingWhitman, reciting his verse, AndI will show that nothing can happenmore beautiful than death. E tu?
Does it occur to you that we’ve beenborn in blood, also? That life is ameans to death—the passing second,the paradigm shift into something new, isdecay? We feed this life entropy, yes—undressing our layers until there isno more body. Still believe our criescountless is weakness? On your knees
curling into a fetus as you once were,unto that fleshy shell, becomingsingle celled by the sound of a cloisterbell. Is the end a means toachieving singularity, the black hole’sdensest point, filled with the tightnessof matter & light? How delightful—
considering how much mana we’veabsorbed up until that point, joining withour feral kin when we dream ofgarlands garnishing about our heads;not this time—fall was the big bang,
when I was reminded of the boys whobent my boughs, bowing low totheir climbing, those young mencrowned as kings as they held the taperof my longest finger pointing toHeaven, holding something sacredwithout my diadem of leaves. Here’sthe fading flare, a mesh of despair &richness, fulfillment of refraction
fragmenting & splintering designs ofan individual snowflake. At least we allcan say there will never be another"me" or "I" to fill this trap, this laughterechoing—whether a mock or celebrationthe lows & highs of depression &elation. I cannot stress out this speech
any longer. I belong there. Yes, seethat sun? Behind you, smoldering atthe horizon line among a pink sky…Please enjoy the fruit that had fellfrom me so long ago. Please grow.
-RYArtwork:

Le Chêne, 1903Edvard Munch, Norwegian painter & sketcher (b. 1864—d. 1943)

theliteraryalchemist:

Goodbye for Now

From my rotting body flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
—Edvard Munch

An immortal beloved, dovetailed
wonder, cringing with decrepit grip
for one more crescendo—I remember
being a young thing when hearing
Whitman, reciting his verse, And
I will show that nothing can happen
more beautiful than death. E tu?

Does it occur to you that we’ve been
born in blood, also? That life is a
means to death—the passing second,
the paradigm shift into something new, is
decay? We feed this life entropy, yes—
undressing our layers until there is
no more body. Still believe our cries
countless is weakness? On your knees

curling into a fetus as you once were,
unto that fleshy shell, becoming
single celled by the sound of a cloister
bell. Is the end a means to
achieving singularity, the black hole’s
densest point, filled with the tightness
of matter & light? How delightful—

considering how much mana we’ve
absorbed up until that point, joining with
our feral kin when we dream of
garlands garnishing about our heads;
not this time—fall was the big bang,

when I was reminded of the boys who
bent my boughs, bowing low to
their climbing, those young men
crowned as kings as they held the taper
of my longest finger pointing to
Heaven, holding something sacred
without my diadem of leaves. Here’s
the fading flare, a mesh of despair &
richness, fulfillment of refraction

fragmenting & splintering designs of
an individual snowflake. At least we all
can say there will never be another
"me" or "I" to fill this trap, this laughter
echoing—whether a mock or celebration
the lows & highs of depression &
elation. I cannot stress out this speech

any longer. I belong there. Yes, see
that sun? Behind you, smoldering at
the horizon line among a pink sky…
Please enjoy the fruit that had fell
from me so long ago. Please grow.

-RY



Artwork:

Le Chêne, 1903
Edvard Munch, Norwegian painter & sketcher (b. 1864—d. 1943)

(via englishmajorinrepair)

6AM

shaymitchell:

please watch this OH MY FUCKING GOD

(via notjackwhite)

3AM

foomod:

rocketbeagle0:

rocketbeagle0:

I JUST FOUND OUT THAT HUNDRED OF METERS UNDER THE SEA, THERE IS A LIVING BEING THAT IS LITERALLY JUST A FLOATING BUTT

LOOK

image

IT’S CALLED THE PIGBUTT WORM I JUST SHOWED IT TO MY PARENTS I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE

Hundred meters under the sea scientists have discovered

The booty

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3AM
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