Blue Chalcedony/ Blue Holy Agate on Matrix

This beautiful rock resembles a small cave of captured blue clouds and its essence is very much a soothing stone. Its blue energy emits a feeling of as if one were to hold an ice pack to an injury, helping one heal any emotional wounds. It offers calm and positivity, helping one be in the ‘now’, rather than worrying what might (or might not!) be. It’s a wonderful stone for assisting with communication and is particularly good for singers!

This rough piece is one of a few pieces we have chosen to appear at the Venusrox showroom and we hope you can enjoy peering into this small haven of blue.

  • Me: But I have about fifty books at home I haven't read, there's no reason for me to buy these.
  • My brain: Okay, but consider this: more books.


Martin Amis, The Pregnant Widow

Clara Oswald, I will never send you away again.


Kids at Woodstock Festival, 1969.

37, 43, 72. :)

37. Do you believe in luck?

Yes, I think I do. See, life tends to throw horrible things at us. The bad things would be pretty hard to endure if we wouldn’t get lucky at least once in a while, don’t you think? 

43. Do you have any nicknames?

Geez, uhm. No one really makes anything out of my name, which is pretty long and pretty hard to make something cute and short out of. (It’s Valentina, by the way.) When I was in London, some kids there would simply call me Valentine because it was easier for them to pronounce. But other than that, I get called “honey” or “tiny” sometimes. I usually hate pet names, but coming from friends, it’s fine by me. 

72. You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. 
a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die?
b) What do you do with your remaining days?
c) Would you be afraid?

a) Well, I wouldn’t tell everyone, but I don’t think I could keep it to myself, either. There are only a few people I would tell. I don’t think I’d tell it to my family, though. 
b) This is a tough one. I think the very first thing I’d do is to quit my job and use all of my money to travel around for a while. I think I’d take my two dearest friends with me. Definitely. I think I’d write a ton of letters, too. That’s the most important thing to me, I guess. I wouldn’t want to leave without having told what I needed to tell.
c) Of course I would. But I don’t think I would be afraid of dying, of the actual moment when my heart stops beating. I think I’m more afraid of leaving anything unfinished. You know when you’re about to go on a vacation and you constantly worry about leaving something important at home? You’re already on your way to the airport, or the train station or whatever, but you still have this list inside your head of all the things you think you should’ve done before you left the house. None of those things really matter, but you still feel like you need to do them before you actually head off. I think it’s the same with dying, which is a form of leaving as well. Only it denies you the possibility of ever coming back to finish unfinished business. And this is the scary part about it, you know? The not coming back. I don’t think you’ll ever be ready to go.

I don’t think there had been a time when I wasn’t in love with you. I fell in love with you before I even saw you, before we touched, before our hands reached out to one another and began to hold on tight. And I stayed in love with you after that, too. After we let go. Not all at once, but slowly, as if we couldn’t bear to touch anything else. Or anyone else, for that matter. I was in love with you. I’ve loved you through the fights, the tears, the breakdowns in your tiny kitchen. Through the silence, through the screams. I don’t consider myself brave or strong for loving someone as broken as you were, because I was constantly falling and breaking, too. I fell for you and kept on falling ever since. I’d still break every bone for you. I’ve always been in love with you.

Geez, okay. Taylor fucking Swift just gave a complete stranger all of the money she had with her, which were like $90, just because it was her BIRTHDAY and she didn’t want to leave this girl with empty hands on her BIRTHDAY. Then she was like, “Gurl, I’m sorry. Here’s all the money I have with me. Buy yourself a bunch of awesome stuff.” In conclusion, Taylor Swift is an angel and if you don’t think so, too, you’re WRONG.



Grand Central, NYC 1929.

It’s not possible to take such a photograph anymore, as the buildings outside block the sun rays.

I think about this at least once a day.