Sunday, February 27, 2011

Day 123

Why must we proclaim so loudly and with such intensity what we are, what we want, and what we do not want? -Nietzsche

“Let’s start a magazine

to hell with literature
we want something redblooded

lousy with pure
reeking with stark
and fearlessly obscene

but really clean
get what I mean
let’s not spoil it
let’s make it serious

something authentic and delirious
you know something genuine like a mark
in a toilet

graced with guts and gutted
with grace.”

squeeze your nuts and open your face

—e.e. cummings

I cried in church last night and enjoyed yoga today. Two things I never imagined would cross my path. I thought I was there to be his pillar to lean on, to help him find his way and I see it now that he is just that for me...opening my eyes and life up to new experiences and ways of being. I've never been with someone who has made me actually want to better myself as he does. And I know when I catch him staring at me, right before he kisses my nose or forehead, he's thinking the same thing. We help each other see our own potential, and for that, I'm so in love it's gross. Gross and gooey with butterflies.


Saturday, February 26, 2011

Day 122

I woke you up. Now if you wouldn't mind returning the favor...

The boys stop cutting their hair and the girls stop brushing theirs. Both stop washing it. Everyone trades their flip flops in for boots, Converse, old school Adidas and ballet flats and only the oblivious are still strutting their Uggs. Glasses are cool, the nerdier the better. Boys wear girls jeans. No one looks twice at tattoos, or even at the sixty year old woman dressed head to toe in tie dye and a plastic visor with toe nails longer than rulers for that matter. And unless there's an interaction, you won't catch a smile.

A wee bit of my New York...


Thursday, February 24, 2011

Day 121

I have no reason to be miserable...

Finally found good video footage of the Target Kaleidoscope fashion show at the Standard hotel in NYC that my brother styled for. Butterflies all over again...

My Peach's freshly dry cleaned jacket I just picked up for him blew away in the wind and landed in the rain water. My kind of day.


Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Day 120

Happy birthday to me...

I turned 31 Monday. I feel good. I feel like I look good. Shoot, I am good. These damn yummy cupcakes, along with all the birthday lovin' from my friends and family sure did make the day. I'm a lucky girl...

Pretty pic round up...

Springsteen, 1973


Saturday, February 19, 2011

Day 119

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars...

You want to know what happiness is? It’s waking up in the middle of the night for no reason, shifting under the blankets and feeling the heat of the person next to you. You turn around and see them in their most peaceful, innocent, and vulnerable state. They breathe as though the weight of the world lays on anyone’s shoulder but their own. You smile, kiss their face in the most gentle manner so as not to wake them. You turn back around and an involuntary grin forms on your own face. You feel an arm wrap around your waist, and you know it doesn’t get any better than this.

Day 5. Quite the testy little shit, but I'm so proud of my baby.


Thursday, February 17, 2011

Day 118

Coffee and cigarettes, warmth and gloom, out with the old, in with the new...

"I don’t like standard beauty. There is no beauty without strangeness." -Karl Lagerfeld

"Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it." -Albus Dumbledore

"The most memorable people in your life will be the ones who loved you when you weren't very lovable." -Unknown

"It takes a touch of genius - and a lot of courage - to move in the opposite direction." -Albert Einstein

New day. New album. New season.