Saturday, March 31, 2012

wrapped in sheets of milky spring disorder

self exploring



self exploring in the bedroom. low quality but high essence.

Monday, March 26, 2012

i do believe in an everyday sort of magic, the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence


dear diary, listen to this


and let's thank the mountains and the sun for letting us have something beautiful to remember.
listen to this.

p.s. i'm wearing hm aw10 trench and hat.
yours truly,
r.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

i'm always missing someone or someplace or something, i’m always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. my life is one long longing

homesickness is just a state of mind for me.

this spring is really cold at night. at least where i live. so i still get the chance to wear or  dance around the house this beautiful cozy Acne Lia Cable like sweater that i found one day, during treasure hunting. i was dreaming of this type ever since i've been lusting over all those lucky girls that lookbooked their minty perfect sweaters. so part of my tiny heart there inside it's, of course, happy happy.
see?
i'm writing about good things. no complaints.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

le vieux en veut encore

encore


courage keeps taping me on the shoulder, keeps asking for my weak heart.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

spring equinox

spring equinox.

and yes, i'm obssesed with flowers, lately.
bubu also payed me lots of visits, we are sleeping through the white sheets, black lace dresses, winking at each other, exercising in the house and taking long breaths by the window and wishing bibi was around this spring too.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

he remembered that she was pretty, and, more, that she had a special grace in the intimacy of life. she had the secret of individuality which excites and escapes

she was pretty, and, more, that she had a special grace in the intimacy of life.

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i'm wierd.
again, i have in my head so so many things to write, sometimes i really think i could make a pretty darn book, but from my head till my hand all goes away. i wish i had a mind recorder.

Friday, March 16, 2012

i have scars on my hands from touching certain people

infinity.

infinity - dream.
just trying different things. i spent the day actually with mom, after she remained home because of a minor flu and tonight we're just making cocktails and watching tv. it's almost half a year since i removed the tv from my room and nowadays i rarely watch it. i guess it has its pros and cons. if mom feels better tomorrow we'll probably go in the morning on another treasure hunting in the city.
fingers crossed!

Thursday, March 15, 2012

i did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. i did not like to be touched because i craved it too much

i wanted to be held very tight so i would not break. even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, or put a hand on my shoulder, i hold my breath. i turn my face. i want to cry.



honey, where did the all love go ?

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

states of mind


photos from my tumblr.
and true feelings and states of mind that keep coming back so often, even if we impose and educate ourselves.

Monday, March 12, 2012

HEARTS AND GLITTER



local shop shirt and vernis à ongles

ok, so besides almost washing with cream soap instead of toothpaste because i'm so "focused", lately i've been trying to go treasure hunting and it feels so damn nice when you find pretty things at reasonable prices. one saturday i found this beautiful ruffled collar maize shirt, heartshaped and glittery vernis à ongles. can't wait to wear them and feel spring one step closer.

yes, even if i said today i'm full winter.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

tonight



we're having goodies in family.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

she dropped her shyness like a nightgown

she dropped her shyness like a nightgown.

and in the liquid glare of sunlight on old boards, she held up her hands - as if in terror of upcoming skirmish, she had at last understood that she was beautiful. in her own way.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

la douleur exquise

la douleur



is God more merciful with those who cry?
what is this? 

you should be blooming, not withering.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Thursday, March 1, 2012

trinket

march

trinket

well hello there.