lemonade

 

When life hands me rope, I put it on bottom of my espadrilles. When life hands me a can of worms, I train them to spin silk.

And when life can't think of anything else, I'll create my own calamities and overcome them too.

помоги мне

 

Господи, помилуй, Господи, прости.

Помоги мне, Боже, крест свой донести.

before it’s too late

Я вас люблю, к чему лукавить?  Но я другому отдана, — И буду век ему верна.

-«Евгений Онегин»  Пушкин

Before making any decision, think.   Let the thought of anything else slowly escape your brain and embrace every consequence that decision may leave you with.  And don’t ever look back—because if you do, know that choice may not still be there for you.  And know it may have drifted away into the mind of someone else—someone else who will make the right decision and everything else will be history.

what goes around

клин

клином

 

вышибают

photo by Michael Muller

sometimes…

 

Black? Check. √

Sheer? Check. √

Cut out patterns? Check. √

High slit? Check. √

Halterneck? Check. √

Minimal accessories? Check. √

In love? Check. √

Sometimes, it’s right to be wrong.  Check.

dear God,

help my mother fight ovarian cancer.  deny every request i’ve made so far in my life with the promise of giving me the one person i’ve ever really found a friend in.   take away all i have and leave me with one thing—the warmth that lives inside my mother that therefore allows warmth to live inside me.

Господи спаси и сохрани

dreamy

 

I believe in love at first sight.

S.O.B.

 

My Cousin Vinny. Dir. Jonathan Lynn. Perf. Joe Pesci, Marisa Tomei. 1992.

“Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing along, you get thirsty, you spot a little brook, you put your little deer lips down to the cool clear water... BAM! A fuckin bullet rips off part of your head! Your brains are laying on the ground in little bloody pieces! Now I ask ya. Would you give a fuck what kind of pants the son of a bitch who shot you was wearing?”

 

 

“The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.”

Vladimir Nabokov

the prince

 

photo by Dellacroix & Dellfina

photo by Unknown

photo by Unknown

Hot and cold. Hard and soft. Black and white. The disparity of life leaves me wanting more. If everything simply stood in its place and the rustling of letters was the only thrilling thing--unconsciousness would have taken over and left me thinking of the prince and lusting for the beast.