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Pale Fire

My name is Audrey and that is all you need to know.

I would suggest that you go and support all bold things. There are really only a handful of plots or situations in the world, and we only expand upon them when we risk something. One’s art—not to mention one’s heart—shrivels if you have too rigid an expectation for everything you see or read or hear. You do not know everything; you have not seen everything. Surprise yourself. Let others surprise you. Get out more. See everything. Love it. Argue about it. Take the shards from what you saw and apply it to what you’re working on. Pass it on. Meet the deadline. Go to the pale judgment. There is no mystery to how these things begin or how they are implemented. The mystery is when it all works.


Jack White with his 1965 Jb Hutto Montgomery Airline

My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else, and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.

Diane Les Becquets  (via thatkindofwoman)

Oh girl

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Nathan Filer, Where the Moon Isn’t

Alexander Morton, textile design, 1926. Inspired by Sardinian peasant embroideries. Cotton. England. Via Cooper Hewitt

I would never undo a single day I had with you

Ranata Suzuki (via ranata-suzuki)

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