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My name is Kasia, and I live for stories and aspirations. Consider this my scrapbook.Links
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"I loved them as poets love the poetry
that kills them, as drowned sailors the sea."
Definitely in my top 5 favourite shops (Taken with Instagram at Lambs Conduit Street)
I love this shop.
On the Tube’s 150th Anniversary, a Look at Famous London Underground Posters |The Lure of the Underground, by Alfred Leete
People sleeping at Piccadilly underground station during the second world war.See historic photographs charting the changing face of London’s underground network, from its launch 150 years ago to date
Photograph: London Transport Museum
"Yet, like the sea and the gallows, London refuses nobody."
peter ackroyd, london: the biography
(via sea-change)
Outdoor scenes focusing on the architecture from Disney’s 1961 animated film, “101 Dalmatians”.
illustrated London, I assume then.
(via ootnaboot)
other things I found on my last trip to London, just in case you’re interested:
Captain Jack (Sparrow, not Harkness)
Marie Antoinette’s head
pints of STRONGBOW & pints of other things too
good weather (for about five minutes)
and then bad effing weather for the rest of the time
the Harrods bear (in an effort to escape the bad weather, of course)
smelly cats (this one’s for you, Phoebe Buffay)
an Oyster card for those trips on the Tube (though I really should have bought one back in September)
St. George’s Day festival on Trafalgar Square
set-up for the London Marathon
the actual London Marathon (and Waldo!)
but most importantly, my incredible cousins who are already back in Germany
Listen up kids: I found the TARDIS. It’s protesting by Westminster Abbey & Parliament.
1. Love upon Parliament Hill, London, on a cold but deliciously crisp Saturday in January 2012.
2. Self-Portrait, that same London, that same Saturday.
I had flown into the UK that morning after spending my Christmas in Germany and Poland. I arrived at the airport a whole two hours before my 6:55 a.m. flight, and was running on two hours of sleep. I planned on spending the night on my friend’s floor in London before moving back into Cambridge the next day. She was busy finishing two papers, so I set out to visit London on my own. I didn’t mind. I’m at my best when I’m alone and not lonely.
Due to the hazy mental mix of sleepiness and adrenaline, I couldn’t tell you how I ended up in Parliament Hill in the north of London, but nonetheless, there I was. I remember how I felt, though—super-thin, for one (I mean, it probably matters) …but more importantly, it was just above freezing, with no pesky clouds hindering the sun from shining brightly in the crystal blue skies, and I thought that I could slice the air if I wanted to. I listened to my playlist of Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin and R.E.M. through my earbuds as I gazed at the park, completely alive with couples strolling, children biking, parents shouting ‘careful!’, dogs barking, and even the sound of a splash as a brave, stupid man jumped into the pond water, protected by only his Speedo. I was so happy in that moment, just as much a part of this world as I was an observing outsider. After reaching the top of Parliament Hill, the sun began to set over the whole of London. Why anyone would deny themselves this view and instead pay thirty-odd pounds to wait in line for the London Eye, I have no idea. I found happiness in London upon Parliament Hill, and I intend to find it again.
This is just to say, though I’m bidding you goodbye for now, Tumblr, I’ll be back. My collection of moments and stories is so large that the impulse to share a glimpse of it with the world at a moment’s notice will always be great enough make me log back on.
CHEERS, losers.
just a moment in time i thought i might share
“happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream”- kerouac
(what can i say, i’ve been binging on beat lit & gonzo journalism lately. the more i read, the more i write.)
