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My name's Rebecca Tillett and I love to design things and shoot things. I also love to clean and organize and shop and decorate and watch movies that make me cry. Time is an unparalleled commodity to me which makes it hard to accept that it's always slipping away. This is reflected in many of my photos. It's the only way I know how to capture it. I've been romantically loved and have loved unconditionally for almost 14 years. I feel like I've won some kind of lottery. I think my life was hard in the beginning simply so I'd fully appreciate what it is now.
This tumblr is a mix of my own work and the work and creations of others that inspire me. Credit to the artist and/or the original blogger will be given when available.
(107//365) “Life is beautiful, as long as it consumes you. When it is rushing through you, destroying you, life is gorgeous, glorious. It’s when you burn a slow fire and save fuel, that life’s not worth having.”—D. H. Lawrence
(103//365) “I am no poet. I do not love words for the sake of words. I love words for what they can accomplish. Similarly, I am no arithmetician. Numbers that speak only of numbers are of little interest to me.”
(102//365) “All I can say is what you already know: some days are treasure. Not many, but I think in almost every life there are a few. That was one of mine, and when I’m blue - when life comes down on me and everything looks tawdry and cheap, the way Joyland Avenue did on a rainy day - I go back to it, if only to remind myself that life isn’t always a butcher’s game. Sometimes the prizes are real. Sometimes they’re
precious.” —Stephen King
(98//365) Everything dead is reborn and the transition is startling. Instantly stagnant blood is coursing through me, my heart is beating with purpose and my entire body feels like a sponge. Every year the winters feel longer and more perforating and death seems to last forever. But I’m alive. Sometimes a little warm sunshine on my skin is enough of a reminder.