"Even if someone isn't perfect, or even especially good, you can't dismiss the love they felt. Love was always love; it had a rightness all it's own, even if the person feeling the love was full of wrongness."Love Walked In
"To the outside, the dead leaves, they all blow.
Alive is very poetic.
Fore before they died had trees to hang their hope."
"Imagine everything you ever loved as a child: from Barbie to sparkles. Now turn those sparkles into Swarovski crystals, and join Barbie with the likes of Hello Kitty, Alice in Wonderland and The Wizard of Oz. Sound like a childhood dream come true? Enter Los Angeles designer, Tarina Tarantino."
"I know you don't want to hear this but someone has to say it. You are out of control! I mean they're just shoes, let it go"Glinda to the Elphaba. Wicked
" And there they were: two dozen, in full bloom. Sent by a man to whom, in our whole half-hour conversation i had never breathed a word about flowers. An aria, a glory of peonies, as lush as hope. A cloud, a flock, white as promise. I nodded at them, and twenty snowy heads nodded back. Sign number 3." (28)
"and the word butterfly made him blush..." J. Safran Foer
These images are from Erin Fetherston, one of my favorite favoriiittteeee designers. They're from her spring line, and don't they just exude spring to you? They remind me of Easter - minus those shiteous bonnets and itchy lace. Okay, maybe I'm just a sucker for anything that looks like tie dye. Erin graduated from UC Berkeley (... probably the source of her tie dye usage) and took her degree with her over to France and went back to school at Parson's. No wonder her whole line looks like a fairy tale - she is a couture cinderella. The whole show was full of sequins and lace and it just reminded me of butterflies. It's soft, romantic, and feels like falling in love. Is there really anything better?
"This is love. When you notice someone's absense and hate that absence more than anything. More, even, than you loved their presence. " (121)
fall [images f: The Cut]
spring [images f: The Cut]
"went down to the beach (to play one day)
for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it is always ourselves we find in the sea"
" He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, h a p p y. And during the course of each day his h e a r t would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over. I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or convince others - the only thing worse than being sad is for other to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad.
Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of the bed and each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping.
And by midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be some where else, someone else, someone else, somewhere else. I am not sad." Everything is Illuminated
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