some vintage vogue today. no energy to write anything that makes sense - just got back from a job interview, decided to walk there and wear high high heels. sweet mother of god, my feet are killing me now. at least I got the job ;)
the happiness of life is made up of minute fractions-the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitessimals of pleasurable thought and genial feeling.
samuel taylor coleridge
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas, they've gone through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
human speech is like a cracked tin kettle, on which we hammer out tunes to make bears dance when we long to move the stars.