So I’m posting this a little bit late, but can we take a minute to appreciate the best graduation present ever? It’s an altered book that my mom made out of the Fault in Our Stars. (Since she knew it was one of my favorite books) It’s kind of like a scrapbook, only it’s made out of the pages of a book instead (John, I hope that you don’t mind that my mom altered it). She used pictures, clippings, material, and other things I’ve gotten way back from when I was little to Senior Year. She even made tabs in some places, so you can lift it up and see the quotes. Thank you so much mom. This truly is the best graduation present ever.
This is lovely.
I love how the entire YouTube community is so supportive of Troye and genuinely excite about trxye. Not to mention happy little pill is honestly so amazing!! troyesivan has done a fantastic job!
VERY SUPPORTIVE FRIENDS MAKE ME BURST OUT IN TEARS OH MY GOD TROYE.
'HAPPY LITTLE PILL'
AND ALSO VERY PROUD OF TROYE TOO
"One day’s exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books." (The great John Muir)
Sun setting, lake settling, problems quieting.
The Litographs Tattoos Kickstarter campaign has taken a novel (GET IT?) approach to encouraging contributions: The first 2,500 backers will also reserve their place in the world’s longest (temporary) tattoo chain.
Litographs has broken up Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland into 2,500 temporary tats. Once they hit their goal, they’ll send the ink out for backers to apply, photograph and upload to their website. “Our goal,” they say, “is to recreate this iconic novel by showcasing every single word on the skin of 2,500 Kickstarter backers.” Which, OK, sounds a little gross — but I’m intrigued!
WHAT! This is awesome. Temporary tattoos are something I can participate in! I’m signing up to be one of the Alice participants. How about you?
Seriously guys, Litographs is amazing, and the fundraiser is for a new literary temporary tattoo line. Check it out!
|—||Ivern Ball (via stay-ocean-minded)|
i’ve swallowed words back that i’ve wanted to share with you; an entire novel is pounding in my throat, being repeatedly typed & scratched out.
i’ve devoured every single bit of emotion for you, & gobbled down the last drop of substance i’ve wanted you to feel from me.
there’s a ringing in my chest; i know its a part of you saying ‘hello, don’t forget me’, and a piece of you wondering why i haven’t left a message after the beep.
my stomach is churning; a dangerous sea, threatening to overflow with memories of you & me.
|—||late night poems i., x.a (via a-hazy-mood)|