― E.M. Forster, Howards End
[text ID: The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.]

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― E.M. Forster, Howards End
[text ID: The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.]
Took a bit of time out at lunchtime to have a tour of the historic church of St Stephen and St John in Pimlico. Its a real community place and all the pews had been cleared out the way for a kids dance group but they also have the old altar from the Queens coronation in there! I cant stop reading about the Devils Acre slum as the church was built for it.
The Westbury Horse, 1939 by Eric Ravilious
Train Landscape, 1940 by Eric Ravilious
Ending the night with a rerun of BBC Radio 1 Ibiza Proms. Its actually giving me chills!
Glad they ain't got too big to enjoy this yet
In the hairdressers waiting for my daughter and I found a book on Gaudi and the Sagrada Familia. I don't know if I'll ever get back there but its one of my favourite pieces of architecture. Something almost haunting and magical about it. There's always something to find little hidden pleasures in. And I have organic green tea!
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My first post in years and I've forgotten what it feels like to write honestly and expressively. But my mental health has been really poor and I need another outlet. Also my world has been getting a bit small. So here goes....
God I hope the future is kinder. I hope that they have it figured out better. I hope people don't have to work so much for so little. I hope there's time to explore passions and interests and skills. I hope people get the support they need. I hope the people from the future look back at our problems and are bewildered by them, like I'm confused by how they used to put poisonous lead in make-up, just... "how did they ever think that was okay? How did they live like that?" I hope the cruelties and hidden poisons of our world are one day so distant that they're used as fun facts in trivia games. Please be kinder, future
You ever sat back and realized how much you allowed yourself to suffocate at one point in time because you were too kind?
1. Know what matters to you, personally – what you stand for, and what your values are.
2. Don’t be anxious about breaking social norms. The more often you do this, and go against the flow, the less it will bother you to simply be yourself.
3. Decide not to live as a people pleaser, or to get upset and take rejection personally.
4. Hang out with people who are self confident, who know what they believe in, and what they want from life. You’ll find their self-confidence will rub off on you, too, and you’ll start to worry less about what other people think.
5. Working on becoming more competent in the skills and areas that matter to you. That will naturally enhance your self confidence, and develop a self image that is strong and positive.
6. Travel, or spend time with lots of different people. That will show you how diverse attitudes and outlooks are. That is, there’s no one way of being – so find, and be, yourself.
“And men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.”
— C.S. Lewis
“Find things beautiful as much as you can, most people find too little beautiful.”
— Vincent Van Gogh (via purplebuddhaquotes)
Peace flows like a river.
“My biggest mistakes in life have all stemmed from giving my powers to someone else - believing that the love others had to offer was more important than the love I had to give myself.”
— Oprah Winfrey
You ever get salty over something you know u have no right to be salty about and therefore u can’t talk about it without looking like a whiny bitch, so u just sit there marinating in ur own salt like some kind of human pickle
Never easy to say good bye by Sus Via Flickr
“No matter what I do, he won’t go. He circles me, just out of reach, as wave after wave of sobs racks my body, until eventually I fall unconscious. But he must understand. He must know that the unthinkable has happened and to survive will require previously unthinkable acts. Because hours later, when I come to in my bed, he’s there in the moonlight. Crouched beside me, yellow eyes alert, guarding me from the night.”
- Mockingjay, Suzanne Collins