A man and woman dance effortlessly across the grass, floating though space gently and gracefully. He picks he up and twirls her, her long white dress flies after her, chasing her happiness. Trapped in the moment, in her own world, in a dream, she can’t stop. She spins again, and again, and again. Her big blue eyes overflowing with wonder and excitement. She feels she could be light as a feather. She doesn’t dare to look away from him, not wanting to miss a second of it. Holding on to every moment. But no matter how gently and gracefully, all feathers float down.

some films really change the way you think about life. this is one of those films.

Self-disgust began to creep through him. Pulling up his hood, he dashed to the road. For a moment the cars in front of him blurred. As his vision cleared, he felt himself tremble. The cold stung his wet cheeks. His pace quickened, his body shaking with nauseating revulsion. He tugged at his face, as if it were some insufferable mask, letting a harsh cry slip through his lips.

sometimes when you listen to something truly extradinary, there’s that moment where it utterly transports you. that’s the type of music that truly changes people.

(Source: mixedheritage)

i caught a woman’s eye today. i was walking down my road, and she was getting out of her car. i was watching her, as any right minded people watcher does, and she looked at me and i caught the most terrified look. yes it could be because i looked like a crazy person dawdling down the street, staring at a stranger and probably looking completely out of it. but that wasn’t it. the fear wasn’t of me, but of her; of how she must look, of how i viewed her, of being judged. why is it that the view of a total stranger, who we are unlikely ever to meet again, is so important to us that it visibly scares us? why are we so insecure, that our day can be made or ruined by a single look? i’m scared of it too; judgement. i think we all are. but i wish i could be assured enough in myself to not need to seek other’s approval. well, babysteps: stranger’s approval.

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so. it’s new year. we’re in. got woken up at an obsene hour this morning for a walk on the heath. i hate walks on the heath. i mean don’t get me wrong, it’s fun to see the idiot jumping in the pond on new year’s day but i have never really enjoyed walking as a hobby. but today it was so fresh and beautiful. it was bloody brilliant. it really felt like the beginning of a fucking good year. so there we are, just like that i am an aspiring walker. i have been converted. i’m going to be one of those people who will say at 1am just as an evening’s rounding up ‘anyone fancy a walk’. better than that, i’m going to get a tube into soho, just to walk. i want to see. that’s all. this is going to be the year of observation. i almost forgot how much i love that. the people watching, the style spotting, the shop browsing. i have got so wrapped up in the bloody ins and outs of living, i forgot to really see it. how’s that for a pretensious, philosophical wrap up.

iwillcutyouinhalf:

The Velvet Underground

are awesome :)

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