I have a thing for minds. If you have a mind that fascinates me you immediately become more attractive to me, on all levels. When I say mind, it doesn’t always directly relate to intelligence. It could be your thought patterns, the way you process things, the way you do the most minimal tasks and treat them like they’re of the biggest importance. The way people work, that drives me crazy. I often get told I have the worst luck with people, and to some extent I bring that on myself. I seek out the “toxic” people, it’s not usually intentional, but I rarely walk away when I realise what they are. I like to figure people out and those people draw me in. There are three types of people in my life. There are people who meet my mind on almost every level. These people are little in quantity but huge in influence. They are the ones I can’t imagine not knowing, we connect so well, and that doesn’t go away. I wouldn’t want it too either. There are people who go seamlessly through my life and have no real substance, there are a lot of these. They could be people that I just don’t get on with, or can’t seem to connect with, or they could be everyday friends. It’s harsh to say, but I know my life would be just fine without those people in it, and by no means do I want to get rid of any of them - for I believe I will have learnt things about life from them, but they don’t make an overall impact. Then there are those who I don’t or can’t understand. People’s minds that are so opposite to my own that I can’t help but get drawn to them. I need to work out how the cogs turn in their head, how the see the world and why. Some of these people I will never get along with, but sometimes these are my favourite people who teach me the most valuable lessons. I never dismiss anyone, and though I often talk about how much I dislike people, I think I’m very easy to get along with, I just value people with substance. With minds. Minds that tick, turn, create and explode. Minds that inspire me, excite me, make me want to be better. I crave it, and maybe that’s unhealthy but if you have a mind that makes mine work harder, chances are I’ve fallen a little bit in love with you, and my respect for you will never fade.

mattvogel:

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wetheurban:


#FASHION: Givenchy Fall/Winter 2013 Campaign
For Givenchy’s autumn/winter 2013 campaign, creative director Riccardo Tisci has enlisted his fashion ‘family’ including actress Amanda Seyfried and stylish mother-daughter duo Carine and Julia Roitfeld. More after the jump:

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wetheurban:

#FASHION: Givenchy Fall/Winter 2013 Campaign

For Givenchy’s autumn/winter 2013 campaign, creative director Riccardo Tisci has enlisted his fashion ‘family’ including actress Amanda Seyfried and stylish mother-daughter duo Carine and Julia Roitfeld. More after the jump:

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We all grew up, shit got tough, shit just wasn’t simple e n o u g h.

I’ve come to the conclusion that University isn’t for me. I think I knew it all along (see this post), but I went because I wanted the chance to study something I thought I liked. Turns out, I don’t think journalism is right for me after all. My course is structured to be primarily news related, and my lecturers don’t believe you can succeed on your own. I’ve gotten more shit than anything else for having my own magazine, and I’ve felt like been shoved into a hole that I don’t want to be in.
I’m sitting some exams this week that are an extra diploma and have nothing to do with my degree. We were encouraged to do them, and you have to pass seven to achieve the full diploma. I’ve passed one so far. The three that I have on Monday, Tuesday and Friday I had to pay for, at £128 in total. I’ve tried to revise, but fact is my lecturer wasn’t great and I don’t know anything about the subject.
I’ve been debating about quitting uni for a while, but considering this time next year I’ll be finished, I’m going to stick in with my degree. I’m not looking forward to third year at all, and I won’t be retaking my NCTJs at all. I just can’t wait for it to be all over, but I know when it is, I’ll have a major melt down because I won’t know what to do with my life. I guess I’ll just deal with that when I have too.

I’ve come to the conclusion that University isn’t for me. I think I knew it all along (see this post), but I went because I wanted the chance to study something I thought I liked. Turns out, I don’t think journalism is right for me after all. My course is structured to be primarily news related, and my lecturers don’t believe you can succeed on your own. I’ve gotten more shit than anything else for having my own magazine, and I’ve felt like been shoved into a hole that I don’t want to be in.

I’m sitting some exams this week that are an extra diploma and have nothing to do with my degree. We were encouraged to do them, and you have to pass seven to achieve the full diploma. I’ve passed one so far. The three that I have on Monday, Tuesday and Friday I had to pay for, at £128 in total. I’ve tried to revise, but fact is my lecturer wasn’t great and I don’t know anything about the subject.

I’ve been debating about quitting uni for a while, but considering this time next year I’ll be finished, I’m going to stick in with my degree. I’m not looking forward to third year at all, and I won’t be retaking my NCTJs at all. I just can’t wait for it to be all over, but I know when it is, I’ll have a major melt down because I won’t know what to do with my life. I guess I’ll just deal with that when I have too.

When I wake up I’m afraid somebody else might take my place. 

“My mother fought cancer for almost a decade and died at 56. She held out long enough to meet the first of her grandchildren and to hold them in her arms. But my other children will never have the chance to know her and experience how loving and gracious she was. I decided to be proactive and to minimize the risk as much I could. I made a decision to have a preventive double mastectomy.

Life comes with many challenges. The ones that should not scare us are the ones we can take on and take control of” - My Medical Choice by Angelina Jolie, New York Times (14 May, 2013)