Smile sunshine.

Poison.

Candy.

Cigarettes and chocolate milk.

Tous les enfants.

My worried shoes.

White afternoons.

Ballad of stars.

Smiled happiness.

via superette.

Keep on believing.

Closer yet.

Building a sill to slow down the time.

Painted walls.

When I spin away.

Maybe.

Should have realised.

Sun on open eyes.

Weather in the streets.

Under cover.

To heaven.

The last.

For my love.

Assistant.

Love light in your eyes.

La danse

via wild at heart.

“I think it’s more interesting to see people who don’t feel appropriately. I relate to that, because sometimes I don’t feel anything at all for things I’m supposed to, and other times I feel too much. It’s not always like it is in the movies.”

—Ryan Gosling

My supernova boy.

In 1504, ancient astronomers recorded seeing what we know today as a supernova. It was bright enough to be seen in the daylight for a few months and in the night time for nearly two years. A supernova occurs when a massive star explodes when it runs out of Helium and Hydrogen. The remnants of this spectacular event are what we see today as The Crab Nebula. At the center of this cloud of dust is a pulsar, a dense clump of neutrons (their protons having been flung out in the explosion). Pulsars send off concentrated beams of radio waves through their haphazardly formed magnetic poles; these radio waves are responsible for creating the beautiful array we see here.

via romantics.

Softness.

Lolita.

First delight.

GYLLENHAAL: What song best describes your current state?

PORTMAN: My current state … I’m trying to think of a song that feels like sleepwalking. [laughs] I don’t know. I’ve mostly been listening to dirty rap lately. That’s sort of my scene.

GYLLENHAAL: Your affection for dirty rap is something that people really don’t know about you, which I think is fascinating. You do incredible things for the world, and then you listen to just completely obscene hip-hop music.

PORTMAN: Really, really obscene hip-hop. I love it so much. It makes me laugh and then it makes me want to dance. Those are like my two favorite things, so combined … I’ve been listening a lot lately to “Wait (The Whisper Song)” by the Ying Yang Twins, where the lyrics are like, “Wait ’til you see my dick”—which is just amazing because it’s whispered. [whispers] “Wait ’til you see my dick … ” [laughs] Crazy. So I just listen to it like I’m a five-year-old, like, “Oh my god! I can’t believe he just said that!”

GYLLENHAAL: It’s interesting that you think the lyric “Wait ’til you see my dick” describes your current state. I think people are learning more about you right now then they ever have in an interview. I’m proud of that.

And they love it.

Pretty as can be.

Ruby winter 2010

Just take the green from the grass.

Je t'aime.

Happy as can be.

Rainbow bright.

Through and through.

If not for you.

Of the boys.

Beneath this skin.

From home.

Candyman can.

Butterfly fly away.

Air of grace.

Ink.

Naked.

These days of nothing.

Of another world.

Giles spring/summer 2010.

"...It takes the pretentiousness out of fashion if they get there and they are all wanky pants, and they have to drink out of a jam jar."

-Marc Moore, Black magazine (eleven).

Tea and tunes.

Free love.

Faith.

Heart is home.

Standing.

I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and did not want to be anything more. I was entirally happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.

-My Antonia

Willa Cather.

More than you.

Crazy/Beautiful.

Lovers, too.

Words.

Like a little girl.

We're going to learn how to fly.

Dated; signed.

Good girls wear pastel.

Haven.

Innocence.

Before time.

Free flying.

Words are not enough.