29 November, 2011

No one more fierce

I wish we were friends, maybe her cool would rub off on me.

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Photos thanks to: feteetfleur.blogspot.com

[Self proclaimed]

Francophile.

Victorian

Forever.

Structure (or lack there of)

I wish I could go back to having all my artist friends.
I miss that, I miss them -- I miss my life.
I miss being a social butterfly.

I thought this was what I wanted,
but I haven't had a schedule in months,
and like a good New Yorker, I need structure
in order to work at my best.

20 November, 2011

10 November, 2011

Iconic

sometimes, these lyrics ...


Angels watching over me
With smiles upon their face
'Cause I have made it through this far
In an unforgiving place
It feels sometimes this hills to steep

For a girl like me to climb
But I must knock those thoughts right down
I'll do it in my own time
I don't care, I'm halfway there

On a road that leads me straight
To who knows where?
I'll tell you what, what I have found

That I'm no fool, I'm just upside down
Ain't got no cares, I ain't got no rules
I think I like living upside down
Watching people scurry by

Rushing to and fro
Oh, this world is such a crazy place
It's all about the go, go, go
Sometimes life can taste so sweet

When you slow it down
You start to see the world a little differently
When you turn it upside down
I don't careI'm halfway there

And I'm just soaking up
The magic in the air ...
Paloma Faith, Upside Down

This nostalgia? Why?





Crystal waters, with hidden diamonds, treasures, 
and almost forgotten stories of my childhood.

Home

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I'm not sure if I'm entitled

I know beggars can't be choosers.  I practically live my life through this motto.
I can recall using it at least 50 times appropriately, in separate occasions just in this 
present year, possibly (most likely) more.  But why do I feel like this?

Am I entitled to fall out of like with someone?  I'm not really understanding 
what's happening to me, to my mind.  I've had a rant like this before, where 
whatever I'm saying makes sense to no one.  But maybe I'd like to keep it like that
since that's my personal defense mechanism.
I don't want to just stick around because I've invested so many years into this.
Perhaps it'll become easier in the future, but as of right now, since I'm here --
in this general space, it's really difficult for me to cope.  I feel like I've made something,
and it got completely out of my hands, and now there's no way back.  Why, at my grown
age am I still bothered by this?

My life has to take a SUDDEN immediate change.  This is eating me inside.
I want to say something, but right now this is all I can do.  Write.

And I'm pretty sure Joey's going to give me this as a present.
:]
Intoxicatingly Anonymous 

05 November, 2011

I'm overwhelmed by the future.
I'm going to go develop my photos,
and then I'm heading out north.

I hope my horse and carriage
arrive safely.  Good thing I know the driver.

02 November, 2011

El mar y el cielo
Se ven igual de azules
Y en la distancia parece que se unen
Mejor es que recuerdes
Que el cielo es siempre cielo
Que nunca, nunca, nunca
El mar lo alcansara


Permiteme igualarme con el cielo
Que a ti te corresponde ser el mar.


-Trio Los Panchos

01 November, 2011

Paris!

My brother :)