mudwerks:

(via Mert Alas & Marcus Piggott Shoot For Love Magazine | 25th Century)



americanapparel:

Source: http://indistantdays.tumblr.com/


acehotel:

L O V E  is in the air



bookmania:

From F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby #lovebooks

liquidnight:

Brassaï
Couple au bord de la mer, 1930-1932
[From the Réunion des Musées Nationaux]


(Source: scamanders)



The track curved and now it was going away from the sun, which, as it sank lower, seemed to spread itself in benediction over the vanishing city where she had drawn her breath. He stretched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his blurred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby


So last night I was given three awards from my high school. I was recognized for having a 3.8 GPA or higher throughout high school and I was given a silver tassel to wear around my neck for graduation. I was also recognized by the National Art Honors Society for taking more than 5 art classes and achieving above an A in all of them, and I was given a rainbow tassel for both my graduation cap and to wear around my neck. 

But more importantly than all of the garb.

My school decided to honor me with the achievement in Film award. 

I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as I walked to the stage. I was so amazingly happy. I got a massive applause and I felt like crying. 

Film was the one thing that really got me through high school, and to know that both of my film teachers think that I’m really good at not just screenwriting and analysis but also all the other parts of film is really a chestburster for me. It fills me with so much pride and happiness to know that if I put that much love into something I’ll be recognized for it. It makes everything worth it. It makes loving something so passionately that you go blind to other things around it, worth it. 

All I can say is that; it was worth it. 

Making it through all of that pain and sadness to realize that the thing you love is the thing that people know you for and that they support you is the greatest feeling in the world. 

I’m so unbelievably lucky to have had such a good senior year. I love all of my teachers and fellow students in ways I doubt other people will understand. 

I’m happy I didn’t kill myself in high school. No matter how dark it got. This moment, this week, these friendships, these teachers, this love, made it worth everything. All of the pain in the world makes this moment worth more than gold. 



Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to.”
Jim Jarmusch (via A Gentlewoman)


Next D.I.Y. project.

musicisthem0vement:

We’ve been in this love triangle since 09’ :’)