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Reblogged from what-jo-likes on 28-05-2012

missy-jo:

and delicious not the humans, but the potato.

missy-jo:

and delicious not the humans, but the potato.

    Reblogged from what-jo-likes on 28-05-2012

    (Source: maudit)

      Reblogged from coffeeandthenewspaper on 28-05-2012

      Lemony shade

        Reblogged from what-jo-likes on 28-05-2012

        tastefullyoffensive:

[via]

        tastefullyoffensive:

        [via]

          Reblogged from thatpieceofsh-t on 27-05-2012

          and you’ll never drown

          and you’ll never drown

          (Source: anthonyyyy)

            Reblogged from handa on 27-05-2012

            handa:

A Cup of forget me not (by Morphicx)

            handa:

            A Cup of forget me not (by Morphicx)

              Reblogged from black-wolves on 27-05-2012

              "You are not your bra size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the slenderness of your calves. You are not your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of lipstick. Your shoe size is of no consequence. You are not defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females, or any combination thereof. You are not the number of sit-ups you can do, nor are you the number of calories in a day. You are not your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a little red dress. You are no amalgam of these things. You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries."
              -Unknown (via black-wolves)
                Reblogged from thatpieceofsh-t on 24-05-2012

                thebutterflykiss:

Left brain: I am the left brain. I am a scientist. A mathematician. I love the familiar. I categorize. I am accurate. Linear. Analytical. Strategic. I am practical. Always in control. A master of words and language. Realistic. I calculate equations and play with numbers. I am order. I am logic. I know exactly who I am.
Right brain: I am the right brain. I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion. Yearning. Sensuality. I am the sound of roaring laughter. I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feat. I am movement. Vivid colors. I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas. I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel. I am everything I wanted to be.
Left handed — right brain
Right handed — left brain
Left brain! \m/

Vivid colours

                thebutterflykiss:

                Left brain: I am the left brain. I am a scientist. A mathematician. I love the familiar. I categorize. I am accurate. Linear. Analytical. Strategic. I am practical. Always in control. A master of words and language. Realistic. I calculate equations and play with numbers. I am order. I am logic. I know exactly who I am.

                Right brain: I am the right brain. I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion. Yearning. Sensuality. I am the sound of roaring laughter. I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feat. I am movement. Vivid colors. I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas. I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel. I am everything I wanted to be.

                Left handed — right brain

                Right handed — left brain

                Left brain! \m/

                Vivid colours

                (Source: snickerskittles)

                  Reblogged from black-wolves on 23-05-2012

                  "A story wearing another dress every time you hear it - what could be better? A story that grows and puts out flowers like a living thing! But look at the stories people press in books! They may last longer, yes, but they breathe only when someone opens the book. They are sound pressed between the pages, and only a voice can bring them back to life! Then they throw off sparks, Balbulus! Then they go free as birds flying out into the world. Perhaps you’re right, and the paper makes them immortal. But why should I care? Will I live on, neatly pressed between the pages with my words? Nonsense! We’re none of us immortal; even the finest words don’t change that, do they?"
                  -

                  Cornelia Funke (via black-wolves)

                  And so I shall continue flipping pages, breathing life into every story.

                    23-05-2012

                    Coffee Cup Upside-Down Cake
Recipe
Actually found this in yesterday’s, The Star, this morning.
Traced it online. Would very much like to try this one day.

                    Coffee Cup Upside-Down Cake

                    Recipe

                    Actually found this in yesterday’s, The Star, this morning.

                    Traced it online. Would very much like to try this one day.

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