Tuesday, January 25, 2011

truth/beauty

 because I have loved so many others the stakes are not myself. anne boyer

sometimes things seem so perfect and simple and then become so complicated, but for the same reasons that they were perfect and simple.

Monday, January 24, 2011

you've got the love



I just heard this on the radio and was instantly transported back to london. I just had a dream two nights ago that I went back (but was in such a rush that i forgot all my winter clothes). Even in my dream I was SO SO SO happy to see all of my friends. I miss them dearly. 

Monday, January 17, 2011

confused

sometimes i think that buying expensive imported magazines will make me happy. 

I just deleted my facebook account. 


Monday, January 10, 2011

Making

I'm creating these things and putting them out in the world because I
want to catch people. I'm totaly alone! And I'm terrified of being so
alone in the world, so you just keep putting these things out and
hopefully you catch someone and they're like, "I know that feeling,"
and you can breathe a sigh of relief and say, "oh good, now there's
two of us."
Sharry Boyle

Sent from my iPhone

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

desire


black on white

Natalie v Mila
Every now and then a film comes along with a really hot lesbian sex scene. 
It is worth enduring NP's ballet induced psychosis and unvaried facial expression for this reason alone. (she's worse than Ron in the first few HP's, before he realised acting was more than just looking worried).
There are a few other good things about black swan too; ballerina buns, pastel pink, girls twirling. 
I wasn't totally sold by the 'intense, passionate and wildly melodramatic' direction, and found the descent to madness a little overwrought and OTT. But for those of you who like DRAMA and BALLET (i'm talking to you Princess) it's worth a look in. 

Monday, January 3, 2011

spinnin'

New rotation of the sun

on beauty

Things can turn around at any time. The trick is to keep your own direction. 

Sunday, January 2, 2011

enter the void