I am: a theatre kid through and through. A Doctor Who fan til the day i die. a lover of chocolate and anything within that realm. a traveler. a sister. a daughter. a friend.......
I will: create art always. travel the world. never pass up the chance to curl up with a good book. love the life i lead, the good and the bad, for after all....there is no day but today.
No Day But Today
"Time is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but the number of moments that take your breath away"
BEST FUCKING POST EVER
In the end, everyone grows up. Except for one,
OH SOBS SOBBBBBSSSS
Inconsolable sobbing
EDGAR SOBS
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words to live by.
aka
I CAN RIDE A SKATEBOARD WITHOUT FALLING ON MY ASS.
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My tea all lives in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine :)
Tea Sub, sold at Fred Flare.
This fun little tea infuser helps you make the perfect brew—just put your favorite loose tea inside the compartment, and submerge! Made with dishwasher safe, heat resistant silicone.
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BEAUTIFUL.
When you first set eyes on Japan-born, Berlin-based artist Chiharu Shiota’s work, you aren’t sure if you’re looking at an installation or a dark charcoal illustration. Though the piece echoes sketch-like imagery, it is in fact an installation piece involving a burnt piano in a room ravaged by black wool. The work known as In Silence is inspired by Shiota’s own traumatic memories as a child, having witnessed her neighbor’s house burn down. The charred piano is a direct memory of her neighbor’s grand piano blazed up in smoke.
There is a melancholic aura that hovers throughout the incinerated room filled with singed furniture. The miles of thread woven in, around, and through each item within the space adds a feeling of entrapment. The way it engulfs the room’s furnishings encapsulates the destructive and overwhelming nature of flames that have possessed one’s material properties.
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Being an awesome aunt
you’re doing it right
TARDIS quilt for my wee nephew Ronan, born yesterday. I have full confidence that his parents will raise him to be the perfect Companion. Or Ronan the Barbarian.
“Hello, Stormageddon. It’s The Doctor, here to help. Be quiet. Go to sleep. No really stop crying. you’ve got a lot to look forward to you know. A normal human life on earth, mortgage repayments, the 9 to 5, a persistent nagging sense of spiritual emptiness. Save the tears for later, boyo. Oh, that was crabby. No, that was old. But I am old Stormy. I am so old. So near the end. But you, Alfie Owens. You are so young, aren’t you? And you know, right now, everything’s ahead of you. You could be anything. You could walk among the stars. They don’t actually look like that, you know; they are rather more impressive. You know, when I was little like you, I dreamt of the stars. I think it’s fair to say, in the language of your age, that I lived my dream.” — The Doctor, “Closing Time”
