"you can
never be
overdressed
or
overeducated"
Oscar Wilde
"you can
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She only allowed herself to work in absolutes.
Absolute love,
Absolute fear,
Absolute confusion.
Goddamn Katie West.
This is beautiful.
“Why are you leaving me?
He wrote, I do not know how to live.
I do not know either but I am trying.
I do not know how to try.
There were some things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them and let them hurt me.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer
New theme. And new words to come.
My gent is singing in the shower.
I love it.
I have a new style.
Its.. anime vintage 50’s muppet chic
My home is a city it’s not a building or a room its a dozen postcodes, parks, coffee and wines bars that also feature you.
My heart has been broken here (three times nearly four) and I’ve learned how to love and made mistakes and broken laws, but not very bad ones yet.
I’ve fucked about drunk in the rain, screamed at traffic around the promenade, danced on tables and played flirtatious games on the train.
Plans were made here and I swore I’d never settle down, I’d constantly move in a wave of colorful motion and live each day to the very last hour.
I’d have it all worked out by now and be able to manage for large expanses on my own. Become a independent intelligent voter who cared about lots of shit.
…
My little community, a family I have aquired somehow by a fortuant twist of fate we travel as a group and pick up strays and plan our days as something we’ll speak of in many years to come.
My home is a city it’s not a building or a room its a dozen postcodes, parks, coffee and wines bars that also feature you.
Currently
My apartment looks like I’ve been robbed. It’s actually at the point of I would rather wait the two and a bit months until I move then go home and clean it now.
It’s not dirty, just messy. Costumes everywhere, bits of fabric in dark corners and clothes every where.
My gent mentioned yesterday that I stopped calling it home a while ago. And that’s true. And I’m okay with that. I like sleeping next to him. I love it. I’m not sure I could sleep without him.
But I’m starting to miss home. And I don’t know where that is. More having a space with all my things.
Just a thought for now.
Jayne Mansfield and husband, Mickey Hargitay, as Tarzan and Jane at a Halloween party, October 27th, 1956.
This is pretty much how my relationship works with my mister.
I was starting to get unsure of my purple hair.
And then I saw this.
Fuck.
I need this hair.
Long Exposures of Sex.
I love these
currently
Trying to decide if I should subscribe to TIME magazine or National Geographic.
I can only afford one.
on the subject of today
I’m going away tonight.
Away to my childhood home in the bush where you can hear the sea.
To drink wine and fall asleep in one of the many empty bedrooms with the man I love.
