the east wind



To mark the centenary of the First World War, Vintage is launching a unique collection of war fiction. April 2014 will see the publication of twelve works by the greatest writers of the last century, each tackling this most powerful and universal of subjects.

The series was a collaborative effort by the Vintage Design team. Each cover was designed and hand-painted in-house, with the aim of giving a bold, contemporary look to these war-themed classics.

Colours meme: Gray for Sorrow

(Gray is the true neutral color. Its energy imparts void, emptiness, lack of movement, emotion, warmth and identifying characteristics. Because of this, gray can be restful, but it does not stimulate, energize, rejuvenate or excite. Too much of the color gray creates sadness and depression and a tendency to loneliness. It is also the color of isolation.)


Dolmabahce Palace, Istanbul, Turkey | by sforzinda

inspired by (x) and (x)

"Ron, I should tell you. Most Muggles aren’t accustomed to seeing a flying car."



Total Lunar Eclipse (April 15, 2014) | Matthew Crowley








so oxygen went on a date with potassium today…it went ok.

i thought oxygen was dating magnesium…omg

actually oxygen first asked nitrogen out, but nitrogen was all like “NO”

I thought oxygen had that double bond with the hydrogen twins

looks like someone’s a HO


i’m done with all of you

Benedict Cumberbatch will not be the perfect Hamlet.


He will not be the Best Hamlet, or the One True Hamlet, or the Only Hamlet You Need to See. He won’t be The Perfect Hamlet because there isn’t one.

I say this because I’ve already seen weirdness brewing between Cumberbatch fans and Shakespeare fans about whether he’ll “get it right” or “do the role justice” or “be too much of a prat for it”—please. Benedict will do his own Hamlet, for there are as many Hamlets as there are actors to play him. There’s no predicting what performance decisions he’ll make, but I imagine that his will be the smoldering, cerebral, angry Hamlet. The Hamlet who’s been raised all his life in preparation for kingship, and then finds that as he nears the end of his post-graduate education (so to speak), in his thirties and impatient for the crown (no matter how he loves his father), that the throne’s been snatched out from under him. A Hamlet at the height of his maturity, all power and intellect and political savvy with nowhere to go. Dark, dangerous Hamlet who keeps his grief inside till he’s alone.

This isn’t my personal headcanon Hamlet; I prefer adolescent half-formed Hamlet, teenage Hamlet back from college. More brilliant than anyone around him can even comprehend, the smartest guy in the room though nobody sees it (or him—he’s a bit of a ghost, like his father), much too immature for the weight of his own intellect. A boy absolutely bereft at the loss of his father and his mother’s betrayal, truly half-mad with grief. This was Ben Whishaw’s Hamlet, and he said the smartest thing I’ve heard anyone say about the role: “I think out of all the parts I’ve played, that one feels the most transparent. When you go and see it, you’re seeing something of the actor…it’s not a mask you can hide behind.” The actor doesn’t become Hamlet, Hamlet becomes the actor.

So I’m not going to see Benedict become Hamlet, I’m going to see Hamlet be Benedict. Which will be a very interesting—and beautiful—thing to see.