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vintageanchorbooks:

On this day in 1818, Emily Jane Brontë was born in Thornton, West Riding of Yorkshire, England — the fifth of the six Brontë children, three of whom will grow up to write fiction.“I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!” ―Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

vintageanchorbooks:

On this day in 1818, Emily Jane Brontë was born in Thornton, West Riding of Yorkshire, England — the fifth of the six Brontë children, three of whom will grow up to write fiction.

“I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!”
―Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

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pamelalovenyc:

Pamela love fine at the Taj Mahal by chris roman for @lovegoldlive

pamelalovenyc:

Pamela love fine at the Taj Mahal by chris roman for @lovegoldlive

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gettyimages:

Repost from @oliscarff Early stages of a huge art installation entitled ‘Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red’ by artist Paul Cummins (@pcceramic), made up of 888,246 ceramic poppies in the moat of the Tower of London, to commemorate the First World War. @gettyimages

gettyimages:

Repost from @oliscarff Early stages of a huge art installation entitled ‘Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red’ by artist Paul Cummins (@pcceramic), made up of 888,246 ceramic poppies in the moat of the Tower of London, to commemorate the First World War. @gettyimages

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wetheurban:

ART: The Human-Sized Kaleidoscope

Japanese artists and designers Masakazu Shirane and Saya Miyazaki have created an award winning, modular installation made from mirrors that formed a giant kaleidoscopic for the Kobe Biennial art container contest.

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wetheurban:

MUSIC: Lana Del Rey - Ultraviolence (Teaser)

The self-directed music video for Lana Del Rey's “Ultraviolence” has arrived, and in order to build anticipation for its official release, Miss Del Rey has released a 16-second teaser trailer.

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breakupnotes:

A Note on “I Like You”
Something tremendous happened recently.  A guy told me he liked me.  Not in a weird, nebulous, let’s-hang-out-and-see-what-happens way, but in a “I like you” way.  The actual words.
I don’t think this has ever happened to me before. For example, in college I had a huge crush on a guy in my class.  I blogged about it, thinking he would never find it (This was early blogging times, friends. I was dumb.), but then one day he confronted me about my blog…and I was mortified.  Just the idea that he knew I liked him made me want to hide under the covers of my extra long twin bed for a semester.  But, it turns out, he liked me, too.   But did we ever just say, “Hey, I like you!”?  Hell no.  
I’ve read about this kind of forwardness and honesty in those “If he likes you, he’ll tell you!”-type books, but I never actually thought it was a real thing.  In fact, before he told me he liked me, I was ready to spend the rest of the day analyzing our date, and reading into the subtext of his texts, trying to find out if he liked me…but then I didn’t have to.  How liberating.

breakupnotes:

A Note on “I Like You”

Something tremendous happened recently.  A guy told me he liked me.  Not in a weird, nebulous, let’s-hang-out-and-see-what-happens way, but in a “I like you” way.  The actual words.

I don’t think this has ever happened to me before. For example, in college I had a huge crush on a guy in my class.  I blogged about it, thinking he would never find it (This was early blogging times, friends. I was dumb.), but then one day he confronted me about my blog…and I was mortified.  Just the idea that he knew I liked him made me want to hide under the covers of my extra long twin bed for a semester.  But, it turns out, he liked me, too.   But did we ever just say, “Hey, I like you!”?  Hell no.  

I’ve read about this kind of forwardness and honesty in those “If he likes you, he’ll tell you!”-type books, but I never actually thought it was a real thing.  In fact, before he told me he liked me, I was ready to spend the rest of the day analyzing our date, and reading into the subtext of his texts, trying to find out if he liked me…but then I didn’t have to.  How liberating.

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lulufrost:

WEEKEND WILDCARD
On repeat

lulufrost:

WEEKEND WILDCARD

On repeat

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lulufrost:

BAUBLE OF THE DAY
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lulufrost:

BAUBLE OF THE DAY

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