Details

In most people’s vocabularies, design means veneer. It’s interior decorating. It’s the fabric of the curtains of the sofa. But to me, nothing could be further from the meaning of design. Design is the fundamental soul of a human-made creation that ends up expressing itself in successive outer layers of the product or service.
-Steve Jobs
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the details in the vases
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I'm in Washington D.C. with the mother, and it's such a beautiful city to reflect upon the design of things. I love the chairs, wallpaper choices, even down to the spoons that the Fairmont has chosen. It's beautiful and holds everything I love about design. The combination of things ordinary to create extraordinary rooms, clothes, etc. Even the city itself is a combination of ancient and modern design. Constantly changing. It's all about noticing the small things, the details.
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the siding on the house combined with the coloring of the house and the roof
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All there is to thinking is seeing something noticeable, which makes you see something you weren't noticing, which makes you see something that isn't even visible.
-Leo Strauss
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the way the light comes through the trees
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I'd suggest listening to:
-Barton Hallow by: The Civil Wars
-I Walked by: Sufjan Stevens
-Keen on Boys by: The Radio Dept.

It'll do you well in the scheme of things.

Secret Passions

I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. It is a silly habit, I dare say, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one’s life.
-Oscar Wilde
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I went to Chicago yesterday. I like it there. It's not too big, but it's not small. I like that everyone is going somewhere to do something of slight importance. I really like the art museum. It's nice there. I love art. I mean, that's probably pretty obvious if you either: know me, read this, or both. I love everything about art.
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Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead.
-Angel, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
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Le Printemps Premier

The way glass breaks. This is the song I only sing when you’re sleeping. These are the words I say when you can’t hear me. This is the way I look when you can’t see me. And you will never know.
-I Wrote This For You
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It feels like spring. Anew. Fresh. Exhilarating. The birds and the flowers. The warm breeze. The winter's over, you can come out now. Comptine d'une autre ete. Listen. You've been away for far too long now.
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Anything to make you smile. You are the ever-living ghost of what once was.
-Band of Horses

Envelopes and Dragonflies

And I’m sorry if I haven’t written to you in a while. It’s just that life gets in the way of living. It’s just that my fingers were stuck together. It’s just that all the paper in the world caught fire. You’ll forgive me if I haven’t written in a while. It’s just that all the envelopes made love to dragonflies and now, we cannot bring them down. It’s just that time stopped ticking. It’s just that all the ink ran clear. My apologies if I haven’t written in a while. It’s just that words ran out of letters (these are the last in the bag). It’s just that language isn’t perfect. It’s just, me.
-I Wrote This For You
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It's February. Most people don't like this month, but I like it. It's a short month, even if the snow keeps falling it's okay. I've had a hard time coming up with inspiration lately, so my apologies for the lack of creativity. Thus why I'm using quotes from other blogs. They don't necessarily always parallel to my life, but I love them nonetheless.
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The magic moments go unrecognized, and then suddenly, the hand of destiny changes everything. But love is much like a dam: if you allow a tiny crack to form through which only a trickle of water can pass, that trickle will quickly bring down the whole structure, and soon no one will be able to control the force of the current. Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.
-Paulo Coelho
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Peace of Mind

Promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. Look at the sunny side of everything & make your optimism come true. Think only of the best, work only for the best & expect only the best. Forget the mistakes of the past & press on to the greater achievements of the future. Give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others. Live in the faith that the whole world is on your side as long as you are true to the best that is in you.
-Christian D. Larson
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I like this. It's been snowing a lot.
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Transpiration

What happens in a certain place can stain your feelings for that location, just as ink can stain a white sheet. You can wash it, and wash it, and still never forget what has transpired, a word which here means “happened and made everybody sad.
-Lemony Snicket
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Magical Mystery Kind

I have a lot of thoughts as of late, but I have absolutely no way of concretely forming them into sentences. Thus, in order to express my thoughts, feelings and life, we'll try something new for the new year (yes, I know how cheesy that was). I have quotes, songs/lyrics and pictures to attempt at explaining and expressing my thoughts.
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Let's make this happen, girl you gonna show the world that something good can work and it can work for you.
And you know that it will.
Let's get this started girl, we're moving up we're moving up but It's been alot to change but you will always get what you want.
-Two Door Cinema Club
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I am so ashamed of all these unopened doors
-A Silent Film
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We do not remember days, we remember moments.
-Cesare Pavese
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She got sunset on her breath
I inhaled just a little bit
Now I got no fear of death
-Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeroes
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I hadn’t understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they ended up flowing into one another. They lost their names. Only ‘yesterday’ and ‘tomorrow’ still had any meaning for me.
-Albert Camus, The Stranger
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Precious Priviledge

So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever.
-Peter Pan
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I don't like planning things. It's nice to come home and have nothing planned except for my basic needs..like food. I love coming home to my own room and to both my family and friends. More than two feet of space that I can literally call my own is blissful. My deep red and white room filled with Parisian memoirs. I always have flowers, my eiffel tower in winter picture placed on my bead board, my les mis poster and of course my bookcases full of books. My room. It's where I create in both thought and deed. It's nice to create art. Whether it be a thought, a picture, or a drawing in my moleskine.
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When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.
-Marcus Aurelius
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For some creative tunes check out, The Bad Plus (mostly their Prog album) and Carla Bruni (mostly Quelqu'un M'a Dit. Seriously top notch.)