wonderland | wanderlust alice. south african but has spent the past several years between cape town, paris, florence, and new york. 21 years old. likes musical instruments made of wood, a single ginger cat, rooibos tea, scones, and figs. interested in poetry, literature, food, photography, theatre, film, music, and people who make/do all those things. sometimes likes to run in fields and forests. currently figuring out how art can make an impact in the world. lover of sundays and breakfast. hoarder of note due to overdramatic tendencies and an extreme fear of forgetting. still learning.
"If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking."
Wednesday 7/30/2014

Haruki Murakami (via aestheticintrovert)

(Source: kushandwizdom, via remnantsofapoet)

beautifulmars:

Endeavour Crater - These two craters are actually inside Endeavour Crater, which is about 22 kilometers in diameter. These craters are close the southern rim of the larger crater. Opportunity arrived at Endeavour in 2011. uahirise.org/ESP_029738_1775

oh man oh mars
Tuesday 7/29/2014

beautifulmars:

Endeavour Crater - These two craters are actually inside Endeavour Crater, which is about 22 kilometers in diameter. These craters are close the southern rim of the larger crater. Opportunity arrived at Endeavour in 2011. uahirise.org/ESP_029738_1775

oh man oh mars

(via outsh)

"Body, gabion, lit
cage of copper skin and threaded blood:

you’ll know one more death, as you knew you would.

I’ll puncture through, the hook
in you, though barely.

This time, a hare will flood out from the fox
warren of me, though its knees knock
and the stars slouch like fat coins in the mud.

It will burn softly, proudly, for leaving

no signs of passage. This floods like a sail
-shaped ear. So I press it to the wall."
Lo Kwa Mei-en, last lines to “Ephemera,” Crazyhorse (Fall 2010)

(Source: a-pair-of-ragged-claws, via commovente)

the book I’m reading at the moment - “a girl is a half formed thing” by eimear mcbride - is the most original, unconventional trailblazer of a book I’ve read in a long, long time. I have so much respect for its author. a friend of mine (who hasn’t read it but has heard about it) compared it to ulysses, and then she said that reading ulysses was like inhaling chocolate cake. I ate chocolate cake last night, so at present I have some level of credibility when I say this: I can think of no better analogy. it’s the same can’t-get-enough-sweetness-till-you’re-sick kind of feeling. first off, the style suits the content. when you’re dealing with the complexities of mental illness and the very personal thoughts of a girl from birth through adulthood, the only way to do the realities and emotions of that situation justice is through a style that serves the storyline and the complexities within it. and she does. and it works. and the medium of portrayal is not complex, but the methods behind blow me away. the style in which it’s written is just phenomenal and shows such intelligence and planning and creativity in its composition, and I’m more than impressed by how, given all that, no matter how odd it feels to read at first, it takes only a few moments to slip into this new style of reading. I mean, this book not only throws conventional writing “wisdom” out the window and redefines the level of experience a reader can have, but it also is accessible!!!!! it’s practically osmotically processing series of mental images and emotions at a rate that correlates with that of your own thoughts - like a dream - and that results in such complete immersion and such a direct experience!!!!! just word vomiting over here. I’m actually trying to prolong the time I spend reading this book because I never, ever want it to end. I want it to keep influencing me forever.

Monday 7/28/2014

lily allen; always;

watermelon shorts!!!!!!!!

i-n-d-i-v-i-d-u-a-l-i-t-y said: The things you write are beautiful and I thought you should know. Your post about being in London came onto my dash and reading it made me feel happy. I don't know but it kinda inspired me and it was really refreshing to see what life is like in someone else's life. Not to be a stalker but I read some of your other posts and you really seem like quite an intriguing person! You also write really well and nicely! Thanks for making me feel awakened with your writing! Have a nice day! xxx

I am so sorry that I have taken forever to respond to this message. I remember seeing it forever ago and not having had an adequate response (still don’t, but I’m trying anyway), because these are extraordinarily kind words of which I’m not deserving. still, you’ve (twice now) made me feel all warm and buttery, so thank you for that! I am glad that - and somewhat intrigued and fascinated by how - this little blog/space/thing that is really just an impromptu assortment of journalish, personal things and thoughts can bring others happiness and enjoyment. I like that we can share these words.

Sunday 7/27/2014

"Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air."
Sylvia Plath, “Lady Lazarus,” from Ariel: The Restored Edition (via lifeinpoetry)