somnambulant

this is all you need.

Fri, 24 May 2013 01:01:48 -0700

The Patience of Ordinary Things
Pat Schneider

It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?

nevver: Paris n’existe pas

Thu, 23 May 2013 20:39:06 -0700

All Images © Kaitlin Rebesco

All Images © Kaitlin Rebesco

All Images © Kaitlin Rebesco

All Images © Kaitlin Rebesco

nevver:

Paris n’existe pas

Téléfrançais!

Wed, 22 May 2013 23:14:20 -0700

Téléfrançais!

"I tend to follow a nocturnal set of existence mainly because I don’t much care for sunlight...."

Wed, 22 May 2013 23:11:42 -0700

“I tend to follow a nocturnal set of existence mainly because I don’t much care for sunlight. Bright colors of any kind depress me, in fact, and my moods are more or less inversely related to the clarity of the sky on any given day. As a matter of fact, my private motto has always been that behind every silver lining is a cloud. So I schedule my errands for as late an hour as possible and I tend to emerge along with the bats and racoons at twilight.”

- Glenn Gould, pianist

"There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice."

Wed, 22 May 2013 23:00:21 -0700

“There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.”

- F. Scott Fitzgerald (via rosettes)

Photo

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:58:47 -0700

10knotes:

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:57:06 -0700

10knotes:

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Wed, 22 May 2013 15:25:02 -0700

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Wed, 22 May 2013 09:46:40 -0700

monicatramos: terra incognita ~ close up

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:14:31 -0700

monicatramos:

terra incognita ~ close up

monicatramos: Leah + Moses (bday gift)

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:08:39 -0700

monicatramos:

Leah + Moses

(bday gift)

monicatramos: Shelter. One of my pieces for Reading...

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:58:39 -0700

monicatramos:

Shelter. One of my pieces for Reading Paintings.

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A HUGE thank you to everyone who came out to our show! There were more people than we expected and we even made a sale. For a first attempt at planning a show, it was a great success. I’m incredibly grateful to be friends with such hardworking and talented people. The next show is in the works! ✿

monicatramos: Trouble Sleeping. I made this a while back and...

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:54:13 -0700

monicatramos:

Trouble Sleeping.

I made this a while back and didn’t mean for the guy to look like he’s just rolling in place… but he is.

kirstenrothbart: Friday Night © 2012, Kirsten Rothbart

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:21:11 -0700

kirstenrothbart:

Friday Night

© 2012, Kirsten Rothbart

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Tue, 21 May 2013 22:00:23 -0700

"Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:20:44 -0700

“

Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.

- Rumi

”

- (via modernconnoisseurtt)

illusionwanderer: Pfeiffer Beach Big Sur by mojo2u

Tue, 21 May 2013 00:48:58 -0700

illusionwanderer:

Pfeiffer Beach Big Sur by mojo2u

Harold & Maude

Tue, 21 May 2013 00:38:38 -0700

Harold & Maude

"The life of the universe, like each of our lives, may be a mere interlude between two nothings."

Mon, 20 May 2013 14:48:34 -0700

“The life of the universe, like each of our lives, may be a mere interlude between two nothings.”

- Jim Holt (via inherent-vice)

"I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 09:52:30 -0700

“I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.”

- Jeffrey Eugenides (via solemnness)