[inthestill]

[inthestill]

List of things that make me forget I’m tired:

•Staying up on the phone with someone I’m falling for (a memory of my husband of course)

•Late hangouts with good people that make me laugh

•Mornings with my baby after a tiring night

•A really good movie/book

•Visiting a new place

[neoretro]

[the-yard-went-on-forever]

Charles Mingus performing at the Five Spot Café in New York City in 1958, accompanied by saxophonist John Handy. 

[hatchetandtom]

Justine Kurland

[worstgirlintheclub]

Interacting galaxies NGC 4038 and NGC 4039 in the Corvus constellation

[saywasp]

saywasp

[sanminzhuyi]

Two young people reading in the Purple Bamboo Park of Beijing, 1957-59.

Photo by Brian Brake.

[ohdovegoslow]

Few things in this world taste better than peaches picked straight from the tree

[angelbumbum]

i love bookstores. i love public libraries. i love being surrounded by books so so much

[dutchsven]

[sentimentalbeing2001]

My little corner of heaven

[metamorphesque]

when I am among the trees, mary oliver (read by amanda palmer)

made by yours truly

[metamorphesque]

When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which I have goodness, and discernment, and never hurry through the world but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, “Stay awhile.” The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It's simple,” they say, “and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.”

[mournfulroses]

Oscar Wilde, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Oscar Wilde

[mektupsuzintihar]

[vintagehomecollection]

Ladies and gents - my first post of a 21st century interior photo. More to come. -Tara

Meditations on Design: Reinventing Your Home with Style and Simplicity, 2000

[inthestill]

Foggy skies, cool air, morning dew, bird songs, and the scent of coffee — I can live in mornings with you. High pitch screeches and a smile so vast, spanning across the universe. Your mood matches the mornings. I forget how tired I am. I wish I can bottle up memories, but for now, I am here with you @ 6:30 am; dancing in the kitchen, making scrambled eggs.

[christianrichardrice]