you don't take a photograph. you ask, quietly, to borrow it .

the mamas & the papas_california dreamin

san francisco.

you want to fall in love with a shoe .. go ahead .

G.H. Bass

nimble thimble, write what you mean .

"In the year I turned 15 I felt more unhappy than I had ever imagined anyone could be. My unhappiness was something deep inside me and when i closed my eyes I could even see it. It sat somewhere - maybe in my belly, maybe in my heart, I could not exactly tell - it took the shape of a small black ball, all wrapped up in cobwebs. I would look at it and look at it until I had burned the cobwebs away and then I would see that the ball was no bigger than a thimble, even though it weighed worlds. At that moment, just when I saw its size and felt its weight, I was beyond feeling sorry for myself, which is to say I was beyond tears. I could only just sit and look at myself, feeling like the oldest person who had ever lived and who had not learned a single thing. If I had been asked, I would not have been able to say exactly how it was that I got this way. It must have come on me like mist. First, I was in just a little mist though not so clearly; then I was completely covered up and could not see even my own hand stretched out in front of me. I was always just sitting there with the thimble that weighed worlds fastened deep inside me, the sun beating down on me. Everything I used to care about had turned sour." _ Annie John, Jamaica Kincaid (just simple admiration for beautiful writing)

if just for tonight darling , let's get lost .

sia_my love