September 2011
61 posts
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I just want to watch crazy stupid love is that so much to ask?
I miss pictures taken by you on your blog! :(
I’ve been so so so busy since coming back to London, but I’ll do better soon X
I love the way you edit your photos :) do you use adobe photoshop? do you use the curves?
Yes curves burning and dodging. Thank you so much (: X
i would really really love to like a "fiction living" or "maddison rothery"-page on facebook! :] xx
Just saw this although it was from ages ago, apologies. Facebook page won’t happen anytime soon though, I’d feel much too strange. X
I think you should marry Leo
Qui?
my love affair with zara continues, money where art thou?
ah fuck why'd I feel tweezer-happy and pluck my eyebrows into oblivion
“Of all the priceless objects left behind, this is what we rescue. These artifacts. Memory cues. Useless souvenirs. Nothing you could auction. The scars left from happiness.”
—“Diary” by Chuck Palahniuk (via julie911)
“One summer night, out on a flat headland, all but surrounded by the waters of the bay, the horizons were remote and distant rims on the edge of space. Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was no reminder of human life. My companion and I were alone with the stars: the misty river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky, the patterns of the constellations standing out bright and clear, a blazing planet low on the horizon. It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century, this little headland would be thronged with spectators. But it can be see many scores of nights in any year, and so the lights burned in the cottages and the inhabitants probably gave not a thought to the beauty overhead; and because they could see it almost any night, perhaps they never will.”
—Rachel Carson (via atomos)
