Everywhere I look and most of the time I look, I see photographs.

"It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it's so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn't come back. You're left so alone that you can't explain. Damn, there's nothing like that, is there? I've been there and you have too. You're nodding your head."
Henry Rollins

Blue Jean Serenade

"Long brown hair, and foolish eyes.
He'd look just like you'd want him to, some kind of slick chrome American prince.
Blue Jean serenade. "
The Killers

We're All Mad Here

Nothing like the season of braided hair, red wine on balmy evenings and walking home barefoot after dancing all night long. Also which other season allows you use unbearable heat as an excuse for scandalous outfits and spritzers at noon?
Isabelle
Bohemian Musings

Obsessed by a Fairy Tale

"Oh, well, what's a royal ball? I suppose it would be frightfully dull, and boring, and completely... completely wonderful."

Cinderella

Train tracks, brick homes, and wild canola.

Ever see the wind blow and wonder where it goes?
Take my hand, let's take a trip and chase it down the road.

Anonymous

How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockle shells, and pretty maids all in a row

Daisy: What kind of a garden do you come from?
Alice: Oh, I don't come from any garden.
Daisy: Do you suppose she's a wildflower?

Alice in Wonderland

If you look across the valley, you can see exactly what I mean

To lie on the grass on a summer day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time.
John Lubbock