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Adjusting to London. Looking for a job.

July NaNo you'll be tough but I'll try

note to self: never speak lies you can't remember

(Source: rubyredwisp)


cinnahearts:

Cappuccino (by ~Ella)

cinnahearts:

Cappuccino (by ~Ella)


I was dozing on the bed, woke up from something and realized I was cool and should climb under covers. In the very awkward sleepy-person attempt to get under them instead of sleeping on top, without getting up of course, I was startled into being alert and awake by a loud sound.

Only in retrospect did it turn out to be thunder. The storm has moved now, but the blue flashes and strong rumbles were right here, then. Loud, unapologetic, gorgeous. After a day’s unbearable heat, this is so welcome.

Sad I was still out of it and did not run outside to get drenched and happy. It’s still flashing. Love this.


“You were born with the seeds of your talent, the ability to observe the world around you and weave piece of it into a story. I believe that most—if not all—people are born with these seeds. What separates the writers from the non-writers is that the writers actually sit down and, you know… write.”

— Laurie Halse Anderson, on what writers do. (via lettersandlight)

creativerehab:

Sarah, straight #3.
Lo-res 120 film scan.

creativerehab:

Sarah, straight #3.

Lo-res 120 film scan.


chessieness:

definitelydope:

the-lunatic-luna:

Stop whatever you’re doing and WATCH THIS.

"I asked 5 questions in genetics class today and all of them started with the word ‘sorry’"

WATCH THIS AND THEN WATCH IT AGAIN

so good

(Source: un-sadie)


“Their intelligence. Elephants understand that ivory is the reason they’re being killed. There are very, very few big bulls with big ivory left in the world, and the two or three still in Tsavo have become nocturnal. I’ve seen a bull with big tusks by the road turn his back, trying to hide the ivory.”

What’s the biggest misconception people have about elephants?

Daphne Sheldrick, interview in TIME Magazine, June 4, 2012

(via chalet2mi)

this is absolutely heartbreaking

(via xekstrin)



prince-doran:

hannibal + character alignments

internetgf:

h-o-r-n-g-r-y:


I found this house randomly on Google earth and none of us knew how the hell it got there.

It’s Bjork’s house, Iceland (her home town) gave her this house and the island for putting Iceland on the map.

but groceries

internetgf:

h-o-r-n-g-r-y:

I found this house randomly on Google earth and none of us knew how the hell it got there.

It’s Bjork’s house, Iceland (her home town) gave her this house and the island for putting Iceland on the map.

but groceries


medievalromance:

Armor-inspired boots at Dolce & Gabbana Fall 2014

medievalromance:

Armor-inspired boots at Dolce & Gabbana Fall 2014


benchandcompass:

summer nights.

benchandcompass:

summer nights.


Went out into the hallway for something, sneezed thunderously, returned to my room. Forgot what I was going for.

Yesterday a lot of pieces came together while I was scrolling through my playlists. They are now etched into my mind, and expecting me to write them first. I’m conflicted about making the first scene of the second part a waking up scene… but, write first, rewrite and agonize about every little detail later.

Everything counts as word count, right? July Camp NaNo, happy one year anniversary. Thinking about that, I deserve some pizza on Friday, don’t I? Yes I do.


So, remember when I ranted about eggs? The day I decide to make three scrambled eggs with that perfect puffiness and taste, I notice that someone grabbed two from my carton and never bothered to ask.

It was not supposed to be a big deal, but for the hungry me who uses omelette to feel better besides all that, it was. Sides, someone cracked a joke about it and assumed I was pissed because eggs are expensive and not because of actual reason which was frustration and irritation at people’s lack of respect for boundaries.

Cue me launching a scrub attack on most kitchen surfaces for two and a half hours. I swear, it’s ten tones whiter now. I’m forced to reevaluate my necessity to clean if upset as a simple quirk, as I was sweating and getting hungry, again, but did not stop until everything I could scrub off came off. Even swept the floor.

There were flecks of dried-up frying oil on all surfaces, and I scrubbed about 90% of it all off. Given proper tools, I would go faster, but I made do with dish soap and two sponges (one of which was metal and was destroyed in the process).

What’s worse, after that I made me grill cheeses in the now pristine kitchen, and poured a glass of orange juice, taking it all upstairs to finally relax and cool down. After which I tilted the almost full glass over and scrambled like mad to save my laptop… the desk is now pristinely clean also.

Send help. Better, send me cleaning supplies and advice on ho to clean stained carpet from old were-there-before-I got here stains.



A Slight Trick Of The Mind - The long-retired consulting detective who is still haunted by an unsolved case from 50 years ago. Holmes is losing his memory, and without his sidekick Dr Watson, he can only remember fragments of what has happened.

A Slight Trick Of The Mind The long-retired consulting detective who is still haunted by an unsolved case from 50 years ago. Holmes is losing his memory, and without his sidekick Dr Watson, he can only remember fragments of what has happened.