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Max Mara rtw f17
At age 23, Tina Fey was working at a YMCA. At age 23, Oprah was fired from her first reporting job. At age 24, Stephen King was working as a janitor and living in a trailer.Â
At age 27, Vincent Van Gogh failed as a missionary and decided to go to art school. Â At age 28, J.K. Rowling was a suicidal single parent living on welfare.
At age 28, Wayne Coyne ( from The Flaming Lips) was a fry cook. At age 30, Harrison Ford was a carpenter. At age 30, Martha Stewart was a stockbroker. At age 37, Ang Lee was a stay-at-home-dad working odd jobs. Julia Child released her first cookbook at age 39, and got her own cooking show at age 51. Vera Wang failed to make the Olympic figure skating team, didnât get the Editor-in-Chief position at Vogue, and designed her first dress at age 40. Stan Lee didnât release his first big comic book until he was 40. Alan Rickman gave up his graphic design career and landed his first movie role at age 42. Samuel L. Jackson didnât get his first major movie role until he was 46.
Morgan Freeman landed his first major movie role at age 52. Kathryn Bigelow won the Academy Award for Best Director when she made The Hurt Locker at age 57. Grandma Moses didnât begin her painting career until age 76. Louise Bourgeois didnât become a famous artist until she was 78. Whatever your dream is, it is not too late to achieve it. You arenât a failure because you havenât found fame and fortune by the age of 21. Hell, itâs okay if you donât even know what your dream is yet. Even if youâre flipping burgers, waiting tables or answering phones today, you never know where youâll end up tomorrow. Never tell yourself youâre too old to make it.Â
Never tell yourself you missed your chance.Â
Never tell yourself that you arenât good enough.Â
You can do it. Whatever it is.Â
You are my life flashing before my eyes and the last thought to leave my mind until i become the speck of nothing in outer space.
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Itâs funny how we sleep with mortality woven into our fingers but its death that prompts us to live a better life.
H.M
She begged me to let her inside because it was raining, but i refusedâ.
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Is there a reason you don't often describe race in characters? when reading Anansi boys I had this weird conception of the characters of Charlie and Spider as white, when on future reads having context it was obvious they should not be.
I actually describe race a lot in Anansi Boys. You know who comes from where, after all, how they talk, what kind of foods they eat. But I only tend to tag the skin colour of the white characters in the book when they first show up.
For example:
 "Excuse me,â said a small white woman with a clipboard, âare these people with you?â
or
He was a middle-aged white manwith receding very fair hair. If you happened to see Grahame Coatsand immediately found yourself thinking of an albino ferret in anexpensive suit, you would not be the first.
or
They went inside: down woodensteps to a cellar where rubicund barristers drank side by side withpallid money market fund managers.
or
Grahame Coats had goneoff-white â one of those colours that turn up in paint catalogueswith names like Parchment or Magnolia. He said, âHow did you getaccess to those accounts?â
or
Her flatmate, Carol, athin-faced white woman from Preston, stuck her head around thebedroom door. She was towelling her hair vigorously.
or
She wore a white blouse, and ablue denim skirt, and over it, a grey coat. She had very long legsand extremely pale skin, and hair which remained, with only minimalchemical assistance, quite as blonde as it had been when MorrisLivingstone had married her, twenty years earlier.
or
Fat Charlie squeezed in nextto a large woman with a chicken on her lap. Behind them two whitegirls chattered about the parties they had attended the previousnight and the shortcomings of the temporary boyfriends they hadaccumulated during their holiday.
(Those from a quick flip-through, and far from exhaustive.)
I hope people find on a careful reading that the race of the various characters is pretty obvious, and is often described (for example, Daisyâs father is from Hong Kong, her mother is Ethiopian).Â
Iâm sorry you read Fat Charlie and Spider and Mr Nancy and their families as white on first read, but that might have something to do with the way that peopleâs heads reading a book can default all characters to white, if other information is not immediately supplied, which is a very bad habit, and one I hope Anansi Boys might help people to shed.
And there is, after all, a huge pointer to the race of the title characters in the titleâŚ
The Reidsville Review, North Carolina, December 7, 1923
Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, âIt might have been.â
John Greenleaf Whittier (born on this day in 1807)
A woman is a goddess they say. A woman holds life in her body they say. A woman makes a man they say.
H.M
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What is heaven you ask? Several rooms filled with books. Just sitting there, waiting, for me.
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Yesterday my dad told me something that I think maybe more people need to hear.
Youâre allowed to just do things for fun.
He told me that in this modern society, especially the United States, we seem to have this attitude that we shouldnât do something unless weâre aiming to be the best at it. If we canât sing like Beyonce or Frank Sinatra or something thereâs no point to singing. If we canât make the next big breakthrough thereâs no point in looking into mechanics and engineering.
But, he tells me, it took him a long time to figure out that life doesnât have to be a race. If you want to take up the piano when youâre a teenager or later youâre not going to master it. Youâre not going to be able to play to huge concert halls, but that also shouldnât stop you. You can study a language out of curiosity and then drop the ball if you want. You can just get okay at something or even be terrible at it. You can drop it for days or years and then pick it up again and it doesnât have to be a shameful thing.
Iâm really glad he told me that because today I opened my sketchpad for the first time in months and just started drawing. And it looks terrible. But I donât care. I donât have the talent or patience or spacial awareness to get anywhere near good at drawing, but itâs fun. It helps me focus my mind and nobody has to see it.
And because of what he told me, Iâm thinking maybe someday soon I will take up the bass guitar. And I wonât worry about how well I do, or how fast I learn, or that I havenât played an instrument since sixth grade, or that I donât have that much time to practice. Iâm just gonna enjoy the experience. Maybe Iâll try swing dancing again and take a class because Iâm not the best dancer but damn if it isnât fun.
Yeah, you donât have to be good at things. Itâs not a requirement. Maybe that seems obvious but it had never occurred to me before. Youâre allowed to just enjoy what youâre doing. For me, that feels like a life changing revelation. I donât have to be good at something to like it. I donât have to put 100% effort into everything I do. Itâs kind of amazing.
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things writers can (probably) relate to
-making the facial expression your characterâs making and trying to describe it
-writing entire scenes in your head as you shower and not remembering most of it by the time you get to your computer
-deciding you canât do something youâve been looking forward to until you write what you told yourself you were going to write, resulting in you laying in your bed doing nothing
-having two completely different ideas for your story to go in and both seem equally good but you canât do both and you also canât choose
-having docs with stories you know youâll never finish but not deleting them anyway, even if theyâre only a couple sentences long
-getting random bursts of productivity that could go towards homework or cleaning your room or writing and you know youâll only be able to do one
-getting inspiration from the most random things
-writing at inopportune times because a perfect line or dialogue just popped into your head and you have to get it down before you forget it
-âwhat are you writing?â ââŚâŚ..a storyâ
- âwhat do you want to do when you grow up?â âuunnghnnggguughhhhhâ
-reveling in the embarrassment you put your characters through
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are you telling me that if i want to have a chapter written, i have to sit down and write the damn thing?? wtf the fuck??? this is outraging