Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

—by Oliver Wendell Holmes.

A self-portrait…of MY feet…at home .

(Source: http://instagr.am/p/BwTci/)

i12bent:

Aldous Huxley, English prose writer whose output ranged from philosophical novels to dystopian (Brave New World) and utopian (Island) fiction (with a number of book-length essays about drugs and meditation thrown in for good measure…) – died this day in 1963 from cancer (age 69), high on the dose of LSD which he had requested his wife inject him with as he was slipping away…

“Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are dead.” — A.H.

Photo: Cecil Beaton, 1936 – vintage bromide print on white card mount (NPG, London)

(Source: http://agooddaytodie.tumblr.com/post/1649568898/aldous-huxley-english-prose-writer-whose-output)