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If you don't ask then you'll never know...   Hello, my name is Katy. Geordie/Glasgow girl. I like books that smell, highwaymen, lacy things, foreign languages, a nice cup of Earl Grey and my questionable music taste.

I lived in Russia for a year and several things happened:
www.onthedevilshorns.tumblr.com

humansofnewyork:

"I think all the pressure that I put on myself has been paralyzing. When I graduated from high school, a lot of people wrote in my yearbook: ‘You’re going to do great things,’ or ‘I know you’re going to make it big.’ I realized recently that with all the time I spent trying to figure out what my ‘big thing’ was going to be, I passed over a lot of small things that could have really added up. The moment I became content with taking small steps, I started moving forward again."
(Mexico City, Mexico)

humansofnewyork:

"I think all the pressure that I put on myself has been paralyzing. When I graduated from high school, a lot of people wrote in my yearbook: ‘You’re going to do great things,’ or ‘I know you’re going to make it big.’ I realized recently that with all the time I spent trying to figure out what my ‘big thing’ was going to be, I passed over a lot of small things that could have really added up. The moment I became content with taking small steps, I started moving forward again."

(Mexico City, Mexico)

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russiabeyond:

Traveler’s Guide to the city of Omsk
Read in iPad App.

russiabeyond:

Traveler’s Guide to the city of Omsk

Read in iPad App.

(via glaz-almaz)

— 17 hours ago with 13 notes
#the buttery biscuit omsk 
"I quickly realized that friendships without tomorrows, and the little anguishes of parting, were part of the pleasures of travelling. I resolutely avoided bores, saw only those who amused me. We spent afternoons taking long walks, nights drinking and talking, and then we would leave each other, never to meet again, and there were no regrets. How simple life was! No regrets, no obligations, my acts and gestures counted for nothing, no one asked my advice, and I knew no other rule but my whims."
Simone de Beauvoir, from The Mandarins (via penseesduchoeur)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via penseesduchoeur)

— 2 days ago with 434 notes
#travel 
latenightseth:

Late Night photographer Lloyd Bishop snapped this incredible portrait of St. Vincent, who sat in with the 8G Band this week!

latenightseth:

Late Night photographer Lloyd Bishop snapped this incredible portrait of St. Vincent, who sat in with the 8G Band this week!

(via penseesduchoeur)

— 2 days ago with 1812 notes
oh-glasgow:

In this city, no cone is safe.

oh-glasgow:

In this city, no cone is safe.

— 1 week ago with 38 notes
#glasgow <3 
"

I Chop Some Parsley While Listening To Art Blakey’s Version Of “Three Blind Mice”

*
And I start wondering how they came to be blind.
If it was congenital, they could be brothers and sister,
and I think of the poor mother
brooding over her sightless young triplets.

Or was it a common accident, all three caught
in a searing explosion, a firework perhaps?
If not,
if each came to his or her blindness separately,

how did they ever manage to find one another?
Would it not be difficult for a blind mouse
to locate even one fellow mouse with vision
let alone two other blind ones?

And how, in their tiny darkness,
could they possibly have run after a farmer’s wife
or anyone else’s wife for that matter?
Not to mention why.

Just so she could cut off their tails
with a carving knife, is the cynic’s answer,
but the thought of them without eyes
and now without tails to trail through the moist grass

or slip around the corner of a baseboard
has the cynic who always lounges within me
up off his couch and at the window
trying to hide the rising softness that he feels.

By now I am on to dicing an onion
which might account for the wet stinging
in my own eyes, though Freddie Hubbard’s
mournful trumpet on “Blue Moon,”

which happens to be the next cut,
cannot be said to be making matters any better.

"

*

billy collins

(via loverofbeauty)

(via loverofbeauty)

— 1 week ago with 8 notes
"In Roman community baths, it was customary for men to stand and applaud when a well-endowed peer entered the water."
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