December 2009
9 posts
“When I first moved to New York and I was totally broke, sometimes I bought Vogue...”
– Carrie Bradshaw
One. Two words. Then three words. The fourth is “love”. The fifth word is “you”. Six say: “I love you”, twice. I can’t begin to comprehend seven words. Eight is far, you and I are closer. In nine words time, we’ll be reaching the conclusion And ten - which is just one, nothing and the end.
birthday cake.
“If you’re a bird, I’m a bird.”
my weekend in photos
Dear Ms. White,
Put down this night, you wouldn’t believe how much it snows. In the summer heat with red iron feet, you’ll be nursing a bloody nose. Princess, rest; we talk in our sleep but wouldn’t dare to sit too close. I can’t be your prince - though your secrets are safe, I am the mirror who can’t let go.
