The doll battles a dinosaur.

I had significant beef with Australia Post today. Did you know that glitter is considered a 'suspicious' substance??? Yeah, well it is! On the list of 'weapons of mass destruction', I wouldn't have given it a passing nod, but there you go. A dialogue:

R: Hi! (Passes over unsealed post box to DISGRUNTLED AUST POST EMPLOYEE)
D.A.P.E: (Picks up box and is promptly covered in glorious glitter which spills enthusiastically from the seams)... Aw, what!?? You know... Awww look! Awww its everywhere now!
R: ummmm, yes, would you mind taping it up please?
D.A.P.E: (Acting like the glitter was actually acid and I had attempted to maim her person)... this is really bad!!
R: (Straightens back, puts both hands on counter and allows voice to become sickly sweet) No... it's actually a gift.
D.A.P.E: (Registers the challenge and backs down to just being 'sniffy') Well, it's just that... you know... like, it's all over me, and we could consider this a suspicious package.
R: ?
D.A.P.E: Because it's leaking and I don't know what's in it and its gone everywhere on me and that's really bad, and we may not deliver it you know.
R: It's GLITTER!!!
D.A.P.E: Like I said, in the future, I'd advise you to re-think it.
R: Oh (realising I need her to actually post it)... ok, well I'm sorry, but it's for my beloved friend and she's broken both her arms and both her legs and her house fell down and I guess I just got carried away... wont happen again.

And that's how I found out the nasty truth about the glitter police.



Appleonia 'It's Not So Precious'.

I've watched this about 5 times with a huge smile on my face. So beautiful.

The Grand Couture by Paolo Roversi for Vogue Italia, September 2010.

Friday Night Lights.

I don't believe it was because of the week I've had, terrible as it was; it was still just a week. But I was gut-wrenched to walk the wrong way up the train tunnel to get to my platform tonight.
Coming from work, I stalked up the way and found the barriers to the platforms closed, for some reason. And as I adjusted my bag and looked around to see how to make the shortest way to the station I saw:
Women, old and young, in tiny skirts and all of them wobbling in too-high heels; poisoned with spray tans, tapping furiously on iphones. And boys doing the same, all out on the hunt.
And I've never felt so apart and displaced. Gets me down to see the games people play, the way they underestimate their potential all the time.

Beardy.

No, it doesn't... but it does make you altogether more manly and desirable.

Cartier.

'Little Big Statements' by Emily Elizabeth.

Want the 'Yes' a lot.

In my head. All day.

Little Drifters

So beautiful! Many more here. I love group projects!

After the wreck, I picked myself up, spread my wings, and flew away.

Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.

(David Levithan)

 

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

(Mary Oliver)

“A fight is going on inside me,” said an old man to his son. “It is a terrible fight between two wolves. One wolf is evil. He is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other wolf is good. he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you.” The son thought about it for a minute and then asked, “Which wolf will win?”

The old man replied, “The one you feed.”

(Wendy Mass)

When you come to the edge of all that you know, you must believe one of two things: either there will be ground to stand on, or you will be given wings to fly.

(O.R. Melling)

Along with the idea of romantic love, she was introduced to another—physical beauty. Probably the most destructive ideas in the history of human thought. Both originated in envy, thrived in insecurity, and ended in disillusion.

(Toni Morrison)

If you want to understand any woman you must first ask about her mother and then listen carefully. Stories about food show a strong connection. Wistful silences demonstrate unfinished business. The more a daughter knows about the details of her mother’s life - without flinching or whining - the stronger the daughter.

(Anita Diamant)

I am a true adorer of life, and if I can’t reach as high as the face of it, I plant my kiss somewhere lower down. Those who understand will require no further explanation.

(Saul Bellow)

She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order.

(Toni Morrison)

Can you see me? All of me? Probably not. No one ever really has.

(Jeffrey Eugenides)

Fools talk, cowards are silent, wise men listen.

(Carlos Ruiz Zafon)

 

I’ll always be beautiful. Look at me. I have one hundred and sixty two bug bites, and has it made me any less beautiful? No! It just makes me more interesting! I’ll always be like this, stuck in this beautiful form, and you’ll have to deal with it.

(Kristin Cashore)

Via these lovelies: Souvenirs, Some Required, Cocaine Girl, Magic Fairy and Sebastian.