Entries tagged with my photographs

Good gods, I haven't written here in a long time, and what's worse is that I've had a post and LotD ready - well, constantly being added to - for a week now but just can never seem to get around to doing anything about it besides that. So here, have some post. There's a lot of whining and moping and aaaahing which may explain why I'm not writing much or doing anything at all.

Or you could skip to the photographs, fanart and links. Whatev'.

So, yeah, I'm not dead. Again. ( Read more... )

Chicago photos: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

More Fanart, A Softer World Remixes: ( Read more... )

Quotes of the Day: EM Forster, A Room With a View & John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

There is a certain amount of kindness, just as there is a certain amount of light,' he continued in measured tones. 'We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - yes, choose a place where you won't do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.

I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I’m in love with you.

Links of the Day:
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Random: ( Read more... )

* Richard Siken, "Snow and Dirty Rain"

I swear to me that I am the Great God Om, greatest of gods!*

The future, for which I really worked, is mine*

From Stettin in the Baltic to Trieste in the Adriatic*

You never ever volunteered.*

Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go.*

This city, half fairy tale and half tourist trap*

I was away, I don’t know where, lying on the floor, pretending I was dead.*