My favourite books

My new favourite book

"And well she knew this uneasy listlessness which drove her from room to room, window to window. It belonged to the wet days of her childhood".

Melancholy

99/100

Agent 99



Great hair.
Great styling.

Katie Cruel

I found another song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=raLXnnlPI_I

fuck falls

Summer Holiday

At 5am on Sunday I'll be in a car heading south for the new year.




When that new year does roll around who knows where I'll be...

Cowboy Kate forever

Sam Haskins I never knew you, but you sure knew me.
Rest in photographers peace.

Left to the sheep.

What will become of me? I would prefer to be taken by wolves.

A walk in the park

There has to be room to fail. And be forgiven.

Mophead is...

going to dress like this everyday.

Mophead is all yours Luke Perry

"The people who love you know your heart is in the right place"

Feathers, animals, tassles, florals

Do some people just know me all too well, or is my constant fixation with such things that obvious?




oh I also like leather n' lace. and velvet. and glitter. mmmm... glitter velvet.
and dont look at the word animals too much or you'll lose all sense of its meaning.

Storms were danced up

How come she's not hyperventilating as she wakes?

More relatability from John wilcock.

The rebel, therefore, fills an important function in that he helps to keep society mobile, challenges or upsets the status quo ("the only constant is change") and always by his example promulgates the notion that there are alternatives.

It is my belief that nothing is holy; nothing is above challenge and examination, and that the most firmly entrenched ideas, institutions, and individuals are most in need of it.

- John Wilcock, The Underground Establishment



See, I do love you.

Las Vegas

Batman: "I'll do everything I can to rehabilitate you"
Catwoman: "Marry me"
Batman: "Everything except that"

"I'm tired and I'm retired"

2 days in Paris

Marion: It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much. When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really love this one. When I think that its over, that I'll never see him again like this... well yes, I'll bump into him, we'll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we'll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost. Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well. There's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses.

Self Infantalization

Self Infantilization, according to Wiki:
"to infantilize (third-person singular simple present infantilizes, present participle infantilizing, simple past and past participle infantilized)

1. (transitive) To reduce (a person) to the state or status of an infant.
2. (transitive) To treat (a person) like a child.

Allegedly we infantilize to create a nurturing response.

Summer storms

Is there anything nicer than walking home in the afternoon with thunder and lightening, and no rain.
Just grey cloud and warm wind.

Would have liked to have placed an image here but upon searching for "summer storm" images, all I found was a Y Tu Mama Tabien looking film with young boys lounging around a pool.

Old street

...someone should tell this to lady gaga.

Lap dancing.

I ran across a 6 lane highway in the rain last night. and it felt goooooooood.(granted i run across this most nights to get home. but rain. better.)

Desolation Row

"After trying to pull my nonexistent rank on an army of sexless girls in hereditary basic black, and failing, made the trip upstream again got a pitpass (this had me wondering if I had to go home to get my whites too)."

Artist PATRICIA OBERHAUS describing the "Bobby Dylan Scene" in Aspen magazine sounds just like my Saturday night.

And justfication for going to bed early at the party:
"An artist is a leader, however small his following, and the very substance of art is revolution and a questioning and sometimes overturning of the values of the society which nurtures it. So-called "antisocial" behavior is often the most constructive of all social behavior because it is an affirmation of the individual's right to exist individually in a collective structure."

...again from Aspen magazine. This time written by John Wilcock in "Wilcock on Underground Establishment"

Reminiscing

Sometimes it takes a year to realise the majesty of what's in front of you. And the reasons you left other things behind.

Dali-esque

I'm obsessed at the moment.

Sing me a child with a lantern

I fell in love with this painting by John Singer Sargent at the Tate Gallery in London.

Sexy Rexy

I'm not a psycho, just hypersensitive and overtired.

For all those who saw me crying and screaming on the driveway, I apologise.

It's good to be home

Keep it warm

Black & White & Cigarettes

Is every dream I've been having lately.

And preferably wake up like this