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the little sparks that lighters give off, I've collected them and put them here.
Also random ideas, scribbles, doodles, doo-dads and the collected miscellanea of my life.
yahoo : pravox
msn : pravox@hotmail.com
I am ALWAYS lookin for new people to nerd with.
Do not covet your knowledge, give it all out, and you will get much more in return.
Pictures are mostly not mine, unless I say so.
Blog: http://praveenthekumar.blogspot.com
Also random ideas, scribbles, doodles, doo-dads and the collected miscellanea of my life.
yahoo : pravox
msn : pravox@hotmail.com
I am ALWAYS lookin for new people to nerd with.
Do not covet your knowledge, give it all out, and you will get much more in return.
Pictures are mostly not mine, unless I say so.
Blog: http://praveenthekumar.blogspot.com
~ Wednesday, February 1 ~
~ Tuesday, January 31 ~
“ True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Which is as thin of substance as the air
And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
And, being anger’d, puffs away from thence,
Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Which is as thin of substance as the air
And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
And, being anger’d, puffs away from thence,
Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
— William Shakespeare(Romeo and Juliet)
~ Thursday, January 19 ~
~ Wednesday, January 18 ~
~ Sunday, January 15 ~
~ Saturday, January 7 ~
~ Friday, January 6 ~
“Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness.
“No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”
― Vladimir Nabokov
One word that gives meaning to so much of my life. A welcomed melancholia. A warm net around your heart.
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~ Tuesday, January 3 ~
~ Monday, January 2 ~
This is our girl ‘Doll Facee’s’ side piece.
“I got inspiration from a perfume bottle I got given when I was younger and got my friend to draw up a similar design of flowers, leaves and lace.
It curves with and around my body. This is after my second session. 9 hours down and just a few more to go before it’s complete!”
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~ Sunday, January 1 ~
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