Paging Tawny Kerr, Paging Tawny Kerr: that is one cool looking coffee shop - where is it?
I am only just now seeing this message and I have no idea when you sent it! Papercup on Great Western Road - tiny but excellent coffee roasted on site by swell folks. Good bakes and food too.
Degree show sculpture (2010) wrapped in summer dresses.
"Hopes were like these ladies, Mom told us. Hopes were wallflowers. Hopes hugged the perimeter of the dance floor in your brain, tugging at their party lace, all perfume and hems and doomed expectation. They fanned their dance cards, these guests that pressed against the walls of your heart."
#a brief for the defense
A Brief for the Defense, Jack Gilbert
Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies
are not starving someplace, they are starving
somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils.
But we enjoy our lives because that’s what God wants.
Otherwise the mornings before summer dawn would not
be made so fine. The Bengal tiger would not
be fashioned so miraculously well. The poor women
at the fountain are laughing together between
the suffering they have known and the awfulness
in their future, smiling and laughing while somebody
in the village is very sick. There is laughter
every day in the terrible streets of Calcutta,
and the women laugh in the cages of Bombay.
If we deny our happiness, resist our satisfaction,
we lessen the importance of their deprivation.
We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,
but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have
the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless
furnace of this world. To make injustice the only
measure of our attention is to praise the Devil.
If the locomotive of the Lord runs us down,
we should give thanks that the end had magnitude.
We must admit there will be music despite everything.
We stand at the prow again of a small ship
anchored late at night in the tiny port
looking over to the sleeping island: the waterfront
is three shuttered cafés and one naked light burning.
To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat
comes slowly out and then goes back is truly worth
all the years of sorrow that are to come.
Sarah Lund, the embodiment of Whitstable and Amelia Earhart, taking Halloween very seriously.
♥ DEAD MEN DON’T CATCALL ♥
Nor do genuinely decent men, or classy men, or men with wives/girlfriends, or in fact MOST living breathing men. The few that do? Find where their mother, sister, girlfriend and/or wives live and rebuke them over teaching their barbarian some manners. End of story
♥ DEAD MEN DON’T ADD BORING, UNNECESSARY “BUT WAH WAH WAH NOT ALL MEN” COMMENTARY TO PEOPLE’S ARTWORK ♥
Dead men also don’t place the responsibility for douchebag behavior on women who have allegedly failed to rein the douchebags in.
(Source: chrysantheb0mb, via kateordie)
These guys - helping me keep my sanity and caffeine levels up.
How anyone manages to do anything besides make stupid faces when there’s a webcam on is beyond me.