What’s the point of living if you’re going to hate the world? Guard your heart if you have to, but don’t shut it away.
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"But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams"
My graduate exhibition was earlier this week, and I’m still bowled over by the amazing response it received- the place was packed out, and so many people I’ve gotten to know over the past 4 years living in London unexpectedly turned up, which was a lovely surprise.
Gonna miss all these guys big time! x
Moved out of my flat this week :( Goodbye London, I’ll miss you x
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Calling all Londoners and lover of book arts, next week is my final degree show and you’re all welcome to come along!
My Book Arts & Design course’s exhibition will showcase emerging talent within art, design, illustration, artists’ books, film, animation and much more, so there will be plenty to inspire you.
We warmly welcome you to join us on our opening night on Tuesday 11th June between 18:00 - 21:00 for an evening of art, wine and great conversation!
See you there!
xThe Book Arts Girl
Come to my exhibition next week folks! (Also please don’t judge the exhibition by the gaudy design of this poster- I had nothing to do with it I swear!) x
The shameful realization that elephants are better at art than you…
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simplyturnonthelight: I had a few surgeries on my throat a while back and they torched my tastebuds! At one stage I couldn’t taste food in general, but over time I’ve gained most of them back, thank the gods. Life isn’t worth living without enjoying food! x
I lost the ability to taste sugar (and chocolate in particular) nearly 2 years ago now, and mostly I don’t miss it, but the food tag on tumblr occasionally likes to remind me what I’m missing/destroy my life …
“Wrong Century” — Brilliant illustration by artist Tomas Kucerovsky depicting the fate of plus-size beauty in the modern age.
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And I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality. In a single block, there could be fifty seperate worlds. Nobody ever really knew what was going on just next door.
