THE GYPSY THAT REMAINS

"And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings" Counting Crows



Lover of Art Nouveau, Bohemian/Gypsy/Vintage style, Fleetwood Mac, Stevie Nicks, Counting Crows, Yacht Rock, Mumford & Sons, Florence + the Machine, Harold and Maude, Harry Potter, Anais Nin, All things 80's,True Blood, nature, yummy food, and books that you can disappear into and come out a changed person.

"We did have a part in The Royal Tenenbaums that was written for Jason, but it got cut out. He played a boy who lived across the street from them.”Wes Anderson.

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Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream:
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less _gone_?
_All_ that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

—Edgar Allan Poe (via observando)

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annemeier:

I really love Moonrise Kingdom…really pretty much all Wes Anderson movies but Moonrise Kingdom is my favorite…followed by Fantastic Mr. Fox.  Anyway, I decided to do a piece inspired by it and to try and translate the cinematic aesthetic that I love so much into my own illustrative interpretation.  I really hope fans of the movie like this! Also…if you haven’t seen the movie I recommend that you go watch it immediately;)

annemeier:

I really love Moonrise Kingdom…really pretty much all Wes Anderson movies but Moonrise Kingdom is my favorite…followed by Fantastic Mr. Fox.  Anyway, I decided to do a piece inspired by it and to try and translate the cinematic aesthetic that I love so much into my own illustrative interpretation.  I really hope fans of the movie like this! Also…if you haven’t seen the movie I recommend that you go watch it immediately;)

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At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare

—Caitlin Moran (via artvevo)

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