I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. It is a silly habit, I dare say, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one’s life.

Oscar Wilde


Reblog ALL the things Jon Hamm. #sorryimnotsorry


apple pie cupcakes.


avocado toast with chili flakes and pistachios.


raspberry dark chocolate macarons.


How lovely.


homemade glamour peeps.

This is why I love Easter


broccoli cheddar soup grilled cheese.




my favorite flowers-





Sienna Miller by Ryan McGinley for Vogue UK, April 2012

“Five Things I’m Loving This Month…

Emily Thorne’s wardrobe on Revenge. Classic, elegant, with just the right tinge of steely menace. She’s like Grace Kelly…if Grace Kelly were a vindictive socialite murderer.”

- from March 2012 Glamour’s Obsessed editor Emma Rosenblum


Seaside sleeping porch photographed by Annie Schiecter. Coastal Living. 

Please take me to here





F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

I need one!!

Take wrong turns. Talk to strangers. Open unmarked doors. And if you see a group of people in a field, go find out what they are doing. Do things without always knowing how they’ll turn out. You’re curious and smart and bored, and all you see is the choice between working hard and slacking off. There are so many adventures that you miss because you’re waiting to think of a plan. To find them, look for tiny interesting choices. And remember that you are always making up the future as you go.

Randall Munroe


Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.

Samuel Beckett

I crave fresh produce…

You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
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So beautiful. So true. So scary.



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Writing was always a source of reassurance, confidence, pleasure, and contentment…I need to get back into it.  Now, just the need for proper inspiration…where and how do you find inspiration?