Tuesday, August 23, 2011

stranger/danger

today i'm listening to: two door cinema club - what you know


it's my sweet beginning.

sweet, indeed.

Eve Arnold Reporters trying to sneak a look at Mrs. Kruschev Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, New York, 1959 [via All Things Amazing]

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....sooooo let's skip that whole part about how i've been MIA for over a month.
for real... i don't even know

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okay. i do. but there's nothing good in it
not for me. not for you.
and that is not how you shake a parade


so, because i've been doing no good.

......

(it's time to be up to no good.)

getting ready !!! Love this!!!
you wear nothing, but you wear it so well...
-dmb

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it's time for something big.
but maybe it's just that time of the year...
i hear september will do that to you


Miru Kim Tarlabasi, Istanbul, Turkey [via Look in art]

"the edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over." - Hunter S. Thompson, Hell's Angels

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"when you have tasted flight,
you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward,
for there you have been,
and there you will always long to return."


"basically what we have here is a dreamer.
somebody out of touch with reality.
when she jumped,
she probably throught she could fly."
-Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

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“Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.”

—E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web


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Howard Clifford running off the Tacoma Narrows Bridge during its collapse. Tacoma, Washington, November 7, 1940 Photographer unknown [From the UW Digital Collections]

"Here sitting on the world, she thought,

for she could not shake herself free

from the sense that everything this morning was happening for the

first time,

perhaps for the last time,

as a traveller, even though he is half asleep, knows,

looking out of the train window, that he must look now,

for he will never see that town, or that mule-cart,

or that woman at work in the fields, again."

— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

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amen

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"When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely,

it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone."

— Tennessee Williams, Camino Real



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okay, a better post some other day

it is time for me to fly, fly, fly away from here.

i need some trouble in my life
i think NEW YORK is just the place...
xoxo. -jess