Thursday, August 29, 2013

She puts her hands on either side of my face, and the room falls away. I have never gotten so lost in a kiss before.
And then, the space between us explodes. 
My heart keeps missing beats and my hands cannot bring her close enough to me. I taste her and realize I have been starving.
I have loved before, but it didn’t feel like this.
I have kissed before, but it didn’t burn me alive.
Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it’s an hour. 
All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that even if I did not know it until now, 
I have been waiting for this person forever.
 Sing You Home

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Infinite Coffee Trips Alone

Infinite Coffee Trips Alone

You prefer stirring coffee
In the shape of an infinity sign
And taking a warm sip,
Letting the fluid heat your belly
And burn the butterflies.

Your grandmother once told you
That love is the only element
That stretches out to
Unidentifiable measures.
This was before she forgot
Who you were.

You think back to summer nights,
When the second skin of clothing
Would stick like an adhesive
And you would open the window wide,
Secretly waiting for a beautiful stranger
To crawl in and lay beside you
But not close enough
To be completely repelled.

The coffee has one too many sugars
That you wish you could have given
To someone else
In the form of honey-flavoured kisses
And Pinot-Grigiot.

The final sip of coffee
Is wasted on your lips,
And you leave the diner alone,
Just as you entered.
If you are heartbroken,
That means you are still in love.

You wish you grandmother told you
That love didn’t last forever,
So you could sleep at night.

Monday, August 26, 2013

I’m passionately involved in life: I love its change, its color, its movement. To be alive, to be able to see, to walk, to have houses, music, paintings – it’s all a miracle.

Arthur Rubenstein 

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Good morning Sunday!

dried flower arrangement of by floresdelsol on Etsy

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Thursday, August 22, 2013

forms -neutrals

my mood board for today 

Love comes when manipulation stops; 
when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. 
When you dare to reveal yourself fully.
 When you dare to be vulnerable.

Dr. Joyce Brothers

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

'You don’t have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable 
about what they perceive as your success. 
You don’t have to explain what you plan to do with your life. 
You don’t have to justify your education by demonstrating its financial rewards.
You have to pay your own electric bill. 
You have to be kind. 
You have to find people who love you truly and love them back 
with the same truth. 
But that’s all.'

textures and form

dishes- anthropology 


graphic design


Monday, August 19, 2013

Creating a life that reflects your values and satisfies your soul is a rare achievement.

 In a culture that relentlessly promotes avarice and excess as the good life, 

a person happy doing his own work

 is usually considered an eccentric, if not a subversive. 

Ambition is only understood if it’s to rise to the top of some imaginary ladder of success. Someone who takes an undemanding job because it affords him the time to pursue other interests and activities is considered a flake. 

A person who abandons a career in order to stay home and raise children 

is considered not to be living up to his potential-

as if a job title and salary are the sole measure of human worth. 

You’ll be told in a hundred ways, some subtle and some not, to keep climbing, 

and never be satisfied with where you are, who you are, and what you’re doing. 

There are a million ways to sell yourself out, and I guarantee you’ll hear about them.

 Bill Watterson 

Friday, August 16, 2013

relaxing friday

Do you realize that your refusal to utter the word ‘love’ 
to your lover has created a force field all of it’s own?
Withholding distorts reality. It makes the one withholding ugly and small-hearted. 
It makes the people from whom things are being withheld crazy and desperate 
and incapable of knowing what they actually feel.
So release yourself from that. Don’t be strategic or coy. 
Strategic and coy are for jackasses. Be brave. Be authentic. 
Practice saying the word ‘love’ to the people you love 
so when it matters the most to say it, you will.

Cheryl Strayed

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

If there’s any kind of magic in this world… 
It must be in the light that flowers so naturally carry with them.

So today and every day forward, let’s have no fear to be ourselves. 
Let’s make a pact to be radically ourselves and let the chips fall where they may. 
The right person will stick, but only if you have the courage, 
clarity and self-love to let go of the wrong one.
Be you out loud today. 
I dare you.

Monday, August 12, 2013

I have noticed that when all the lights are on, 
people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. 
Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – 
their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. 
To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. 
I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – 
then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows 
and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, 
things that need to done, not a background to thought.


details architecture Morocco
Dreams from Morocco- by Alain Vaissiere

Friday, August 9, 2013

friday delight

via tumblr

I’m not telling you to make the world better, because I don’t think that progress 

is necessarily part of the package.

 I’m just telling you to live in it. 

Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. 

To look at it. To try to get the picture. 

To live recklessly. To take chances. 

To make your own work and take pride in it. 

To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that,

 I could tell you that the grave’s a fine and private place, 

but none I think do there embrace. 

Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, 

or see the tidal bore on the Amazon,or touch their children.

 And that’s what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it.

 Joan Didion 

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. 
Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, 
spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and 
outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world.
It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies 
and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter.
 Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. 
Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time 
and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. 
Opt for privacy and solitude. 
That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. 
But you need to breathe.
 And you need to be.

 Albert Camus, from “Notebooks, 1951-1959 

It is easy to believe we are each waves and forget we are also the ocean.

Jon J. Muth 

Monday, August 5, 2013

Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bone 

Friday, August 2, 2013

The planet does not need more ‘successful people.’ 

The planet desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of all kinds. It needs people to live well in their places. 

It needs people with moral courage willing to join the struggle to make the world habitable and humane and these qualities have little to do with success as our culture is the set.

 Tenzin Gyatso, the 14th Dalai Lama.

Thursday, August 1, 2013

All art is at once surface and symbol. 

Those who go beneath the surface do so at their own peril. 

Those who read the symbol do so at their own peril. 

It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.

Oscar Wilde 

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