
“There is a marvelous peace in not publishing. It’s peaceful. Still. Publishing is a terrible invasion of my privacy. I like to write. I love to write. But I write just for myself and my own pleasure.”
link:
the New York Times
"What are Mondays for if we break up?"
A year ago,
life was ordinary.
Monday til Friday, half day Saturday.
Ten months and several weeks went by.
They both lived with their parents.
Half way in between,
She did what she was best at -
Pretended to be sick.
Day-off on a week day,
they made love for an entire afternoon.
Ma adesso,
non puoi sbagliare.
lunedì lunedì lunedì...
lunatic lunatic lunatic...

Séraphine de Senlis
So I am here again.
Walking aimlessly at Landmark.
Checking out the cakes in threesixty.
Watching french movies at IFC on a Monday afternoon.
Having numerous gatherings.
Going back to ARN.
Working in a place where I don't belong.
Blending in.
Being different.
Trying to understand how this society works.
Attempting to have a conversation with you, you and you.
...e poi
Central is still lovely.
Food is still comforting.
Being with you makes me extra calm.
I miss everyone i know, used to know, re-know, didn't-really know...
The most touching thing is that they remember my name.
Apparently, they put up a bet on how long I am able to stay.
I can never act normal.
They are surprised.
1Q84
Ti voglio bene
This is home.
I think.
I am back...
link:
Séraphine Louis
Séraphine

by Edward Burne Jones
I wonder what was she thinking standing in the altar
Or him saying the oath.
All I see is Adam and Eve.
So bare naked
So in love
Yet,
there are only them.
I wish
there are only me and you in this world.
With the tree
and
the apple.
interesting read:
anti-semitic - review on An Education

Dior S/S 2010
Karlie Kloss
Steven Meisel

Valentino S/S 2010
Dree Hemingway
Mert Alas & Marcus Piggott
i love silver
i love light pink
i want your shiny things
So
do you actually believe that I am happy?
sorry
for all the lies
it was her finger
but also his
the truth is narrow
thin
smile
just an act
all an experiment
a collection of blessings
trashed
into the void
you know
am fucked up
then why
you trusted me?
only
play along
who will tell you
everything's gonna be fine
all
pretend
never even in Italy
not employed by Muslim
solely preoccupied by you
look forward to the future?
why would you even look for happiness?
why would you even think I fall in love
again?
drama
a fucking mind fucker
please remember this
beautiful