Collecting Beauty

inspiration. art&beauty. words. pictures. magic. hpϟ. greatness. ♥ violet. x

me: *owns 264 unread books*
me: *buys 17 new books*
me: *rereads harry potter*
ofriversandroads:

I suppose this is how people begin things, and thus, in a similar fashion, I would like to begin this: a documented page of a new beginning. 
As most of you are probably aware of, I have been blogging at blogspot for more than three years. And if you were to go through my posts through the years, you would probably notice my growth. I recently realised that I wanted an upgrade in photo resolution and couldn’t find a way with blogger. This prompted my move here. I’d been with tumblr for many years now, only I’d used it more as an inspiration platform and seldom contributed my own work. I have also been learning coding recently, and would hopefully be able to create my own website layout someday, but for now, I like this current tumblr one. 
With this, I am going to blog more often, share photos and experiences in the form of words here. I will try to explain more about where I am in life at the moment in another post as I don’t want this first one to be too long.
I hope you enjoy this journey with me.
You have power over your mind - not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.
by Marcus Aurelius, Meditations (via observando)
If you want to be happy, be
by Leo Tolstoy (via awakenaslove)

(via unconditionedconsciousness)

dom-wolfy:

Sometimes you just need a little bun to help cheer you up.

(Source: mahnhattan, via gumballsandcrayons)

When you are 13 years old,
the heat will be turned up too high
and the stars will not be in your favor.
You will hide behind a bookcase
with your family and everything left behind.
You will pour an ocean into a diary.
When they find you, you will be nothing
but a spark above a burning bush,
still, tell them
Despite everything, I really believe people are good at heart.

When you are 14,
a voice will call you to greatness.
When the doubters call you crazy, do not listen.
They don’t know the sound
of their own God’s whisper. Use your armor,
use your sword, use your two good hands.
Do not let their doubting
drown out the sound of your own heartbeat.
You are the Maid of Untamed Patriotism.
Born to lead armies into victory and unite a nation
like a broken heart.

When you are 15, you will be punished
for learning too proudly. A man
will climb onto your school bus and insist
your sisters name you enemy.
When you do not hide,
he will point his gun at your temple
and fire three times. Three years later,
in an ocean of words, with no apologies,
you will stand before the leaders of the world
and tell them your country is burning.

When you are 16 years old,
you will invent science fiction.
The story of a man named Frankenstein
and his creation. Soon after you will learn
that little girls with big ideas are more terrifying
than monsters, but don’t worry.
You will be remembered long after
they have put down their torches.

When you are 17 years old,
you will strike out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig
one right after the other.
Men will be afraid of the lightening
in your fingertips. A few days later
you will be fired from the major leagues
because “Girls are too delicate to play baseball”

You will turn 18 with a baby on your back
leading Lewis and Clark
across North America.

You will turn 18 
and become queen of the Nile.

You will turn 18 
and bring justice to journalism.

You are now 18, standing on the precipice,
trembling before your own greatness.

This is your call to leap.

There will always being those
who say you are too young and delicate
to make anything happen for yourself.
They don’t see the part of you that smolders.
Don’t let their doubting drown out the sound
of your own heartbeat.

You are the first drop of a hurricane.
Your bravery builds beyond you. You are needed
by all the little girls still living in secret,
writing oceans made of monsters and
throwing like lightening.

You don’t need to grow up to find greatness.
You are stronger than the world has ever believed you to be.
The world laid out before you to set on fire.
All you have to do
is burn.


by For Teenage Girls With Wild Ambition and Trembling Hearts, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

(Source: tomhazeldine, via theblackship)

Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze.
by Elinor Glyn (via observando)

wallflowermanifesto:

Tavi Gevinson for i-D Magazine shot by Petra Collins 

(via m-aniere)

Keep on knocking ‘til the joy inside opens a window look to see who’s there.
by Rumi (via thecalminside)

(via unconditionedconsciousness)

kawaiimistake:

xelethaine:

mori-girl-life:

Saying Hello to the Dragon.

That is a fucking forest spirit and nobody will make me believe otherwise.


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A childhood without books – that would be no childhood. That would be like being shut out from the enchanted place where you can go and find the rarest kind of joy.
by Astrid Lindgren (via words-and-coffee)

(via booklover)

starry-eyed-wolfchild:

The Old Butcher’s Bookshop, Paris

(Source: messynessychic.com, via booklover)

There is a lion in my living room. I feed it raw meat
so it does not hurt me. It is a strange thing
to nourish what could kill you
in the hopes it does not kill you.
We have lived like this, it and I, for so many years.
Sometimes it feels like we have always lived like this.
Sometimes I think I have always been like this.
by The Lion, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)