I must be willing to give up what I am in order to become what I will be
Albert Einstein

Post christmas note to self: I love my mother and not just because there were sugar free cranberries on the table.

i know this p***** be yankin

stilletos and broken bottles

I can't tell where it is
That old timeless scent
Of fires burning well
And teapots pouring dreams
Of ladies and their dogs
And smoke filled salons
I can't remember anyone
Because presently I'm here
Amongst the throng of fake gurus
And chai latte sans sucre
In frozen yoghurt bars
Where many make their own
Intent on finding the one which hasn't been

Why do I love Tom Odell so much?

I am so excited about this

http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/video/2012/dec/14/film-trailer-pedro-almodovars-im-so-excited-video

Now this is christmassey assey assey

if you watched silver linings, you might want to read...

Interview with flavour of 2012:

 http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2012/dec/13/jennifer-lawrence-in-hawaii-eating-doughnuts

Best actress in a comedy or musical
Emily Blunt (Salmon Fishing in the Yemen)

paramita means going to the other side. In other words, actions that take you across the river of samsara

what should i do little baby?

In another world we were feeling fine...

this makes me laugh

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”

Rainer Maria Rilke

Men should under no circumstances wear leggings.

This is the morning

What was that day
Or unslept night
What tea was sipped
Under foreign covers
Where did you drive
And with which testing thoughts
What urban trial was had
What livid person spat your way
What didn't you adore
And who returned that
For you to melt into a seat near mine
And taste long gone leaves of memory
For you to sidle down a busy street
Swinging hands as cold as old loves
Styling the air with rapid grace of voice
Singing the only melody we both know

The bigger picture is a better life

soft soft vocals for a harsh winter's day

Might do might say might love
might be
might burn might trip might sink
might stall
might love and love in love for all
might just wake up
from the mighty fall

soothing...

which way does the spirit go? 

Russian mystical armageddon

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/europe/is-the-end-of-the-world-really-nigh-authorities-reassure-russians-over-mayan-armageddon-prophecy-amid-reports-of-unusual-behaviour-8375660.html

si je pouvais, je ferais disparaitre la frime

I wonder whether my cassolette is pleasing in general.

make yourself into a work of art

Julia Holter