20.000 seconds.
-appassionata/anna inghardt
but I'm still waiting, is someone kind enough to pick me up and give me food, assure me that the world is good? but you should be here, you should be here. how colors can change and even the texture of the rain and what's that ugly little stain on the bathroom floor... I'd rather not deal with that right now, I'd rather be floating in space somewhere or... worry about the ozone layer.
and it's almost like a corny movie scene... but I'm out of frame and the lighting's bad and the music has no theme and we're all so strong when nothing's wrong and the world is at our feet...
but how small we are when our love is far away and all you need is you...
where style, celebrity and pop culture merge.
Hunting the fasho-internetland- in my dreamy way, I made a collage out of some of the most interesting shots available now in the 5th issue of Glossy mag. Highlights include interviews with legendary fashion photographer Nick Knight, model Rosie-Huntington-Whiteley, illustrator Laura Laine, Jane Aldridge, Henry Holland, Mark Lupfer and more. On their site you can preview the issue, buy the full-issue or you can simply follow their blog which is updated with the latest fashion news.
ending.
do you ever feel alone? I feel like that, most of the time, I guess. is that making me a wierd girl? I know, probably the endless depressing, sad and pessimistic her. as me. you know! anyway, I was longing to tell.. you, I guess... that I miss reading a book, but not in these circumstances, not feel so stupid, so..no nothing, stressed like hell. I would give anything to know I'll get out well from the last test, tomorrow. really. to be able to feel free again to dream.. no nightmares, no crying, no smoking. just peace. just... me, my dreams, some nice words ... and the missing you. I know I'm boring talking like this, but there are moments when I feel the need to put down these words. that's why I was thinking the other day.. and many other days, while looking at other people in the bus, that I should start writing a book. but I don't know why someone could be interested in buying and reading my reckless thoughts. and now I realise.. that my book, my story would never have an ending. I hate endings. ok, the happy endings are nice, I want them, but to begin the rest of the story, the happy part, you know? wanna make a happy ending?
... I know you can't hear me. but I miss you since I knew you're there, somewhere ...
a story.
I would love to feel you thawing me; and take me inside your book, put me between words and make a story out of us.
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