May 16th, 2013
bookriot:

The books in this teeny tiny library measure just 1-1.5 inches each! See more of the smallest books in the world.

bookriot:

The books in this teeny tiny library measure just 1-1.5 inches each! See more of the smallest books in the world.

victorian-gothic:

Some of my favourite composer quotes

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May 13th, 2013
beaucoupdesmots:

AHAHA :) 

beaucoupdesmots:

AHAHA :) 


an unfinished melody

an unfinished melody

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May 11th, 2013

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The next real literary “rebels” in this country might well emerge as some weird bunch of anti-rebels, born oglers who dare somehow to back away from ironic watching, who have the childish gall actually to endorse and instantiate single-entendre principles. Who treat of plain old untrendy human troubles and emotions in U.S. life with reverence and conviction. Who eschew self-consciousness and hip fatigue. These anti-rebels would be outdated, of course, before they even started. Dead on the page. Too sincere. Clearly repressed. Backward, quaint, naive, anachronistic. Maybe that’ll be the point. Maybe that’s why they’ll be the next real rebels. Real rebels, as far as I can see, risk disapproval. The old postmodern insurgents risked the gasp and squeal: shock, disgust, outrage, censorship, accusations of socialism, anarchism, nihilism. Today’s risks are different. The new rebels might be artists willing to risk the yawn, the rolled eyes, the cool smile, the nudged ribs, the parody of gifted ironists, the “Oh how banal.” To risk accusations of sentimentality, melodrama. Of overcredulity. Of softness. Of willingness to be suckered by a world of lurkers and starers who fear gaze and ridicule above imprisonment without law. Who knows.
David Foster Wallace (via theatomictangerine)

the-voice-leading-nazi:

Brahms & Ravel for Vuvuzela

I will never stop laughing at this.

May 3rd, 2013

I suppose black and white violins will probably turn into some kind of reoccurring theme in my works. 

Originally it was to be a pink tulip symbolising affection and caring.It became a white tulip symbolising heaven, newness, and purity for various reasons including balance of colours and the general capriciousness of my mood.

Originally it was to be a pink tulip symbolising affection and caring.
It became a white tulip symbolising heaven, newness, and purity for various reasons including balance of colours and the general capriciousness of my mood.

April 29th, 2013
allthingslinguistic:

When two wugs love each other very much…

allthingslinguistic:

When two wugs love each other very much…

son-pereda:

via Pangorarium

All 8 species of pangolin side by side for comparision. While varying in size and colour all eight species have scales, long curved claws for digging into termite mounds and an appetite for ants.

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son-pereda:

via Pangorarium

All 8 species of pangolin side by side for comparision. While varying in size and colour all eight species have scales, long curved claws for digging into termite mounds and an appetite for ants.

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