j'adore

Mon, 21 Dec 2009 17:22:07 GMT

Oh great. An entire night, trying to tie up loose ends but they keep coming undone. So its just the both of us left, trying to sweep up the shards of broken promises. Left to make everything somehow right again. I never seem to learn my lesson, do I? People are always going to bail out on me anyway. What’s the point? The next time I try to be altruistic, someone please slap me.

I'm so tired of making things right again.

Renaissance

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 14:30:48 GMT

John P. OBrien

Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves; vanity, to what we would have others think of us- Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 14:11:27 GMT

With memory set smarting like a reopened wound, a man's past is not simply a dead history, an outworn preparation of the present: it is not a repented error shaken loose from the life: it is a still quivering part of himself, bringing shudders and bitter flavors and the tinglings of a merited shame. – George Eliot, British Writer

I think he’s absolutely right. But I can’t keep dwelling on the past. It does no one any good. None at all. Yet, I can’t seem to shake off the skeletons of my past. It’s haunting me.

Peter Lindbergh

So I keep running and running, wondering if I’ll ever stop.

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 16:44:04 GMT

"We were given: Two hands to hold. To legs to walk. Two eyes to see. Two ears to listen. But why only one heart? Because the other was given to someone else. For us to find."

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 15:57:23 GMT

will You give me the strength to carry on?

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 16:27:12 GMT

*we can only go so far because you blocked yourself in, and in the process, you blocked us out too*

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 15:01:28 GMT

“Do not think that love, in order to be genuine, has to be extraordinary. What we need is to love without getting tired.”

Why can’t I be 18 forever?

Sun, 13 Sep 2009 10:04:56 GMT

Copyright Tim Walker Photography

You know the feeling of being watched constantly? Its like that nowadays- Creeping about, watching my steps, jumping up at the slightest movements, being on tenterhooks…This is my life now.

Will I ever unchain these locks?

Of fairytales and fantasies

Wed, 29 Jul 2009 02:49:17 GMT

Combining the two worlds will never work. The land of fairytales and fantasies goes against every single principle and theory of the realistic world. But I’ve learnt that fairytales can come in small doses every now and then. The sparkle and magic of life will not extingush so long as we allow our true selves to shine through our everyday lives.

Vogue UK (2005), Courtesy of Tim Walker Photography.

Liz Rosa Photography, Courtesy of makeupartistrybycourtney.com.

Because letting go is still the hardest part.

The courage it takes

Sat, 25 Jul 2009 15:19:21 GMT

Raquel Zimmerman by Juergen Teller

“There are all kinds of courage. It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to our friends.” – Albus Dumbledore

'Cause crazier things have happened

Mon, 18 May 2009 06:38:34 GMT

I guess it's time to fly away, for real.

The wisest words I've heard so far

Sat, 11 Apr 2009 06:42:53 GMT

He just said "We need to talk." - Those are the four most horrible words in the English language. Nothing good ever follows "We need to talk"- quoting Lizzie's mum

HAHA.

Wed, 21 Jan 2009 14:40:12 GMT

stepping into the school courtyard, i heard the silent laughter and saw the invisible tears. as i took yet another step forward, towards the lone island that stood out against the red bricks, i looked skywards, breathed in the fresh air and realized how much i missed it. the memories. those awkward, adolescent years of growing up. cliche no? i took another step forward, taking in, for the first time, the new faces up on the board thereby signalling the new potential students in the year's batch. despite the changes and non- changes to the physical environment, i could still see the weatherbeaten path that lay ahead. - the path that many will come to reminisce about. the good old days spent with my best friends, laughing, mucking about, bickering, making up, crying, discussing issues, having real conversations, loving; the list goes on, as it still does now. we've pretty much gone through every possible situation with the exception of death i guess, but even so, i know they will be there when the need arises. for they are the pillars of my strength.

i could see the dipping sun alllowing its fading rays fall onto deserted corridors and i know its time to leave.but the bittersweet memories stay for a lifetime as i smile beatifically at the remnants of our legend there, before turning around.