tolstoy

nothing, nothing is certain, except the unimportance of everything within my comprehension and the grandeur of something incomprehensible but all-important. - thanks to leo tolstoy

up the coast with leo and dad

ash

"Ash from Iceland's Grimsvotn volcano expected to affect Heathrow by the end of the week."

I leave in 3.

top

never have i considered myself to convey public displays of affection towards fashion, but since i've recently indulged myself with material dreams, i've realised that there is some thrill in it. having become instantly attached to the topshop website i've found their blog too. you'd expect it to be more of the same thing as their website? no. it's lovely.
it's called insideout. click here.
it'll change you into a fashionista over night. well, it might make you think you are one.

in the mean time, here somethings that i like from topshop.

"

 i hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love
- jonathan safran foer

traces of the city

to leave nothing but faint glimpses of the future behind.
4 weeks time, the journey is in full flight.
hello there!

wake up

With my lightning bolts a-glowin'
I can see where I am going to be
When the reaper, he reaches and touches my hand

secrets

a lot of secrets have crossed my mind lately.
they fall into two categories. one, secrets that you keep; two, secrets that others keep that you may/may not know about. these categories say something, but also leave a whole lot out.
attached to secrets are emotions, for if they were void of such emotions they wouldn't be secrets.
some secrets are precious, so you hold them out of fear they may seem trivial once expressed.
others are kept through fear, shame or judgement.
others are kept though fear of losing someone who may walk away if the truth is revealed.
others are beautiful, quiet and raw, something like a belief or an intuitive or rich thought.
other secrets are mysteries, unsolved and seemingly painful at times.
other secrets are those kept by others, hidden to our knowledge. those secrets are most curious for you shall never know what hides behind the eyes of every person you meet.
other secrets are responsibility, they are others' secrets boiled over onto your teeming brain.
other secrets are those that you keep that belong to others. but the secret is that they don't know that you know their secret. perhaps those are the most bittersweet of all.
all secrets bring tears to your mind. by lifting you up, further than you can go, pure light gold oxygen, or by tearing you down when you realise...there's no forgetting, no solving, no forgiving.

"It is such a secret place, the land of tears" - Le Petit Prince

a girl

"Girls were born knowing how destructive the truth could be. They learned to hold it in, tamp it down, like gunpowder in an old fashioned gun. Then it exploded in your face on a November day in the rain."
Janet Fitch

rest in peace

Some light being
Pulled you up from night's party
Said clap your hands
If you think your soul is free
And the silence was astounding

TV ON THE RADIO

further gone

somewhere far away from here, is where i need to be.