Jules, 22
Sharing my journeys through words/film/digital

Pieces of my self are scattered throughout:
Byron Bay-Melbourne-Liverpool-India-Malaysia

  1. May 5, 2014

    Laura Callaghan.

    (Source: anti-anti-anti-art, via mocasia)

  2. May 1, 2014

Rothko. No. 37 (1956). | Rothko on We Heart It.


    Rothko. No. 37 (1956). | Rothko on We Heart It.

  3. May 1, 2014

winter landscape
24 x 30 canvas
jenny andrews-anderson


    winter landscape

    24 x 30 canvas

    jenny andrews-anderson

    (via gills)

  4. May 1, 2014

henri matisse- the dream


    henri matisse- the dream

  5. May 1, 2014

    "I am under no obligation to make sense to you." - Neil DeGrasse Tyson (via girl-violence)

    (Source: liamnicholson, via autohypnotic)

  6. April 3, 2014

    3.42 am

    I love it when people shock you to the core. 

    Beautiful surprises give way

    To potentially life changing conversations 

    With those who are in touch with the universe.

    Introspective bliss. 

  7. March 28, 2014

    FKA twigs- Hide

  8. March 26, 2014
    Henri Matisse, Still LIfe with a Sleeping Woman, 1939-40

    Henri Matisse, Still LIfe with a Sleeping Woman, 1939-40

    (Source: urgetocreate, via buddhabrot)

  9. March 24, 2014

    Portishead- Undenied

  10. March 17, 2014

    "You’re in my blood
    Like holy wine
    You taste so bitter
    So bitter, and so sweet
    Oh, I could drink a case of you
    And I would still be on my feet
    Oh I would still be on my feet" - A Case of You
    Joni Mitchell

  11. March 17, 2014

    Hey self-loathing, looks like we’re gonna be great friends again

    What do I have to show for the past four days?

    A few beautiful memories with a few delightfully suprising people, flasks and dunhills to the rim, a promising friendship which it seems I’ve already regrettably fucked up, a flu that produces enough phlegm to flood the himalayas, a bank account minus 300 ringgit, three assignments and ten readings to catch up on, and a head full of questions.

    In summary, not much.  

  12. March 17, 2014

    "To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget." - Arundhati Roy

  13. March 16, 2014

    "You are not just the drop in the ocean. You are the mighty ocean in the drop." - Rumi (via elige)

    (Source: purplebuddhaproject, via elige)

  14. March 1, 2014

    I’m here

    Right this very second I am sitting in my humble little white-tiled room in a country that I don’t really know anything about. It’s 12.40 am, and I have no plans on sleeping anytime remotely soon, but it’s not like I would anyway. Looking out my window I see series of lights hovering in the outlines of condominiums, a highway and it’s overlapping overpasses, cars and motorocycles, a pool, an empty basketball court and several palm trees. I’m on the 8th floor of a 21 floor building located just outside the grounds of a University. This is my home for the next 5 months, and whilst I’m loving every breath being here, there’s nothing like reverie and the fleeting nostalgia that comes when you’ve got a cup of earl and a cigarette, you’ve just finished watching a fabulously thoughtful movie with three people you met literally 4 hours ago, and have just started listening to that new music you downloaded before you left your own country because you knew that the internet would be practically non-existent in the country you were travelling to- and that music makes you fucking hate the world, and then love it, and then hate it, and love it all over again. 

    Anyways, I just felt like saying ‘I love you’ to all of the people who have, by some luck, or chance (or destiny), stumbled into my life- especially those who have been there through and through and through like my soft toy british bulldog named gompostreis gopalenastamaria (don’t ask, but he is my best friend and oh i love him to the end of the earth and beyond), and who I can just feel have their arms wrapped around me at all moments in time. Those who love me unconditionally- I love you unconditionally and more. Thank you for being you and making me me and just being.

    Oh and I bought swimming goggles today and they are glorious

    And I’m wearing them as I write this

    Guess I could call them writing goggles too then 

    I wonder if I could get proper lenses put in these and wear them like normal glasses? 

  15. January 30, 2014

    "It’s impossible to feel true unconditional love for any single person, until you can feel it for every single person. After all, what differentiates them, except conditions?" - Mike Dooley - More Notes from the Universe (via klairvoyante)

    (Source: klairevoyante, via oneexistence)