otoño en nueva jork on Flickr.
ive been really into this whole overexposure/creepin’ lewk.
happy fall, y’all. xx
otoño en nueva jork on Flickr.
ive been really into this whole overexposure/creepin’ lewk.
happy fall, y’all. xx
VIA Miss Bashuk:
“Tomber amoureux. To fall in love. Does it occur suddenly or gradually? If gradually, when is the moment “already”? I would fall in love with a monkey made of rags. With a plywood squirrel. With a botanical atlas. With an oriole. With a ferret. With a marten in a picture. With the forest one sees to the right when riding in a cart to Jaszuny. With a poem by a little-known poet. With human beings whose names still move me. And always the object of love was enveloped in erotic fantasy or was submitted, as in Stendhal, to a “cristallisation,” so it is frightful to think of that object as it was, naked among the naked things, and of the fairy tales about it one invents. Yes, I was often in love with something or someone. Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love. That is something different.”
— Falling in Love, Czeslaw Milosz
Sup, hay-sues? [taken in Bs. As. at Tierra Santa-aka Jerusalem] So, I’m almost done with DAMNED & it is/was so good I don’t want it to end.
So, I did this weird little “who were you in your past life?” quiz the other day and it is creepily spot on. Maybe that’s why I like it so much, my creepy/awkward nature? [No, but srsly.] Doesn’t matter anyways cuz I’m into it.
oh, BTW, I made a flickr. It’s comin’ along slowly, but check it if you’re feelin’ frisky, [or even if you’re not- but why wouldn’t you be?], you can see my lovely images there.
pleaseNthankya xx
victorian ball schwag vistazo via the amazing, @discodigisco