Beautiful.

One of my most favourite photographs ever. I love that I can endlessly imagine what she said to him; just before she pressed her head against his chest, and felt his arm go around her and pull her in to safety. What he said in response.

It's so perfect to me. It's more than perfect to me.



It's dark here. Today is a hard day.

Eugenio Recuenco

I think the scope of Eugenio Recuenco's photographs is really quite incredible.

Enchanted Dolls by Marina Bychkova

Anna Karenina Survives The Train

Captain Nemo's Daughter

Stages Of Grief

Lavanya

Lolita

Stepmother

Surviving

Young Cixi: The Dowager Empress of China

Dunyazade

Mahkdot

Scheherazade

Siren

Artificial Intelligence

These are some of the amazing dolls created by Marina Bychkova. I can't stop looking at them.

My ribcage is a jewel box; my gems are for the keyholder

"If you are my love, well love, what's wrong?

You don't keep me company for near enough long

I can't feel or touch you or hold you for long

O Song, are you leading me on?"

(Augie March)

"The only dream worth having...is to live while you're alive and die only when you're dead."

(Arundahati Roy)

"I've seen many troubles in my time, only half of which ever came true."

(Mark Twain)

"Find things that shine and move toward them."

(Mia Farrow)

"What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight; build it anyway."

(Mother Teresa)

"It is a mistake to look too far ahead. The chain of destiny can only be grasped one link at a time."

(Winston Churchill)

"Avoid people with gold teeth who want to play cards."

(George Carlin)

"Life loves to be taken by the lapels and told: 'I am with you kid. Let's go.'"

(Maya Angelou)

"Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick and pull yourself together."

(Elizabeth Taylor)

He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad. Rafael Sabatini

Here.

And here. With you.

So now I have started living my own life. Imperfect and clumsy as it may look, it is resembling me now, thoroughly. Elizabeth Gilbert

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. Pablo Neruda