Food for Thought

Inspiration for wwwordofmouth.com

[valscrapbook]

[valscrapbook]

[rachelemartignoniportfolio]

[grace--upon--grace]

[noperfectdayforbananafish]

[foodfuck]

[valscrapbook]

http://www.adailysomething.com/

[inlithuania]

[morningeggs]

Breakfast in Hanover.

For good old times.

[jasmincampos]

[observando]

Most travel, and certainly the rewarding kind, involves depending on the kindness of strangers, putting yourself into the hands of people you don’t know and trusting them with your life.

Paul Theroux (via observando)

[observando]

For a long time I had wanted to take leave of Planet Tourism, to find one of those places that occasionally turn up in the middle pages of newspapers in far-flung cities, in which—we are told—a mad loner has been discovered who has lost all contact with the modern world. It seems inevitable that this desire will one day be listed in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of the American Psychiatric Association as Robinson Crusoe Syndrome.

Lawrence Osborne (via observando)

[observando]

Modern traveling is not traveling at all; it is merely being sent to a place, and very little different from becoming a parcel.

John Ruskin (via observando)

[delta-breezes]

Earl Grey & Cardamom Citrus Cake | Twigg Studios

[observando]

They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.

Cormac McCarthy (via observando)

[observando]

The paradox of love is that to have it is to want to preserve it because it’s perfect in the moment but that preservation is impossible because the perfection is only ever an instant passed through. Love like travel is a series of moments that we immediately leave behind. Still we try to hold on and embalm against all evidence and common sense proclaiming our promises and plans. The more I loved him the more I felt hope. But hope acknowledges uncertainty and so I also felt my first premonitions of loss.

Elisabeth Eaves (via observando)

[observando]

They say no land remains to be discovered, no continent is left unexplored. But the whole world is out there, waiting, just waiting for me. I want to do things— I want to walk the rain-soaked streets of London, and drink mint tea in Casablanca. I want to wander the wastelands of the Gobi desert and see a yak. I think my life’s ambition is to see a yak. I want to bargain for trinkets in an Arab market in some distant, dusty land. There’s so much. But, most of all, I want to do things that will mean something.

Lisa Ann Sandell (via observando)