"... What we have here is a dreamer. Someone completely out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she would fly."
— The Virgin Suicides
People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.
Nikita Gill
“My love, my profound love, my angel-minded sweetheart,”
— Katherine Mansfield, from Selected Poems; “To Her In Paradise,”
Girl in Horseback by Arthur Hughes, 1870
i love delicate trinkets! tiny glass heart shaped jars, small ceramic jewelry dishes only big enough for several pairs of earrings, old vintage perfume bottles passed down from your grandmother or found at the local thrift store. they all make my heart so happy
"The first blackthorn unfurls into delicate white crystals in the hedges around the field."
~ John Lewis-Stempel, Meadowland: The Private Life of an English Field (entry for 25th March)
strawberry locket
silver 925
I am devoured with restlessness and fever. I cannot be quiet. I am wildly dreaming of escape, voyages, love. Wildly craving love. What can I do?
Anaïs Nin in a diary entry dated June 13 1943, featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1939-1947
I am the shipwreck of my own wanderings.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
Unknown Photographer - Northern lights over “Maud” 1918-1925
“I’ve been trying to go home my whole life—”
— Chelsea Dingman, from “Psychogeography,” published in The Los Angeles Review
one feels that if one were to touch her, she would crumble into silver dust.
Susan Sontag describing Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 8 April 1949 featured in Reborn: Journals & Notebooks, 1947-1963
Rosemary’s Baby theme song sang by Rose McDowall (best known for Strawberry Switchblade, Sorrow, and lots more)
“I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.”
— Virginia Woolf
“You may think I’m small, but I have a universe inside my mind.”
— Yoko Ono
Blugirl Fall 2004