Across The Pond

We are preoccupied with time. If we could learn to love space as deeply as we are now obsessed with time, we might discover a new meaning in the phrase to live like men.

Edward Abbey (Desert Solitaire: A Season in the Wilderness)

allthingseurope:

Charles Bridge, Prague (by gingerspires)

allthingseurope:

Charles Bridge, Prague (by gingerspires)

(via realgentlemensclub, olik)
What is a course of history, or philosophy, or poetry, no matter how well selected, or the best society, or the most admirable routine of life, compared with the discipline of looking always at what is to be seen? Will you be a reader, a student merely, or a seer? Read your fate, see what is before you, and walk on into futurity.

Henry David Thoreau // Walden

London.

fifteenwilddecembers:

I want to be in London in August, feel choked on the tube with my water bottle, visit the globe theatre and Kensington palace, retrace my own footsteps, recall the clothes I wore years ago in the exact same spot. It is baking, so we recline on grassy banks and grey and blue collide as we look up…

outofreception:

Hunting for waves 

johnrulestheworld:

hickeys are beautiful because they are the only time a bruise results from love and affection rather than harm

(via xxchaos)

allthingseurope:

Foggy Mornings (by [J Z A] Photography)

allthingseurope:

Foggy Mornings (by [J Z A] Photography)

I haven’t been writing lately as I’m getting back in the swing of things at school. My friend Matt Staff back in Seattle is starting up a new website called hiibye. I’m a writer and contributor on the site so look out for some stuff on there!

Hopefully My creative flow will come back soon. Maybe once I stop walking down Gloucester Road in my mind I can be at peace. For now I’m enjoying clouding my mind with alcohol and E! News. 

College is so glamorous..

The best.

vincentvillella:

As an art student, you’re hit over the head repeatedly with Renaissance art, so I’ve gotten a little tired of it, but something I’m not tired of is the seemingly impossible naturalistic detail attained from stone and a chisel back then.

(via drunk-writing)