(by jewddha)
i love how unexpected and silly this chart is, your normal person wouldn’t look twice at fair isle.
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But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the washstand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled clothes upon the floor. Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace. For awhile these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy’s wing.F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via darkcanuck)
(via darkcanuck)
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The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.”—-Albert Einstein.
“Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.”—Gloria Steinem
