do you know how often i speak to you when you are not here?
how often i mouth words and phrases to the space you should be filling?
30.7.11
28.7.11
26.7.11
painted eyes
elegant, you were born at nightsewn by soft handsoh the softest handsborn in solitudeborn of painted eyespainted eyesthat always looked to the skyoh those eyesoh those eyesthey saw forever
♪
25.7.11
23.7.11
22.7.11
21.7.11
brimming...
she felt as if she was brimming,
always producing and hoarding more love inside her.
but there was no release.
jonathan safran froer, everything is illuminated
source: egon schiele, via +
20.7.11
18.7.11
bedside tables
what's next to your bed?
i found this little chair on the site on the road. i scraped most of the paint of it, i think i will leave as it is... it's cluttered with books, magazines (many more are spread out on the floor), children drawings and tea cups.
image by mady dooijes
15.7.11
strenght..
while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
cy twombly
cy twombly| sadly passed away last week
an artist i have admired for a long time....
graffiti is linear and it’s done with a pencil, and it’s like writing on walls. but in my paintings it’s more lyrical.
- cy twombly
12.7.11
my house
..... around the living room
things my wonderful mamma gave me| pottery of my grandfather
it's her birthday today, miss and love you so much| wishing i could be there xxx
images by mady dooijes
images by mady dooijes
a sign
crying does not indicate that you are weak.
since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
charlotte bronte, jane eyre
source: jeremy dufour, via +
11.7.11
10.7.11
regard the moon...
regard the moon,
la lune ne garde aucune rancune,
she winks a feeble eye,
she smiles into corners.
she smooths the hair of the grass.
the moon has lost her memory.
a washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
her hand twists a paper rose,
that smells of dust and eau de Cologne,
she is alone
with all the old nocturnal smells
that cross and cross across her brain"
t.s. eliot, from rhapsody on a windy night
9.7.11
in the depth of the winter...
there lay an invincible summer.
albert camus
source: dolce & gabbana, another ss 2008, photographer chad pitman, via +
7.7.11
6.7.11
nothing...
the moon will wax, the moon will wane,
the mist and cloud will turn to rain,
the rain to mist and cloud again,
tomorrow be today.
henry wadsworth longfellow
source:'tinker belle's forest, voque nippon march 2002 by koto bofolo, paper mode, via +
source:'tinker belle's forest, voque nippon march 2002 by koto bofolo, paper mode, via +
4.7.11
paolo roversi- i adore, my favourite photographer all times
source: paolo roversi for voque italia september 1997,
3.7.11
a place in the heart
there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
and
we will wait
and
wait
in that space.
charles bukowsk
1.7.11
the beauty of truth
the beauty of truth: whether it is bad or good, it is liberating.
paulo coehlo
source: paolo roversi for ann demeulemeester ss 1999, via +
but there’s a story behind everything.
how a picture got on a wall. how a scar got on your face. sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking.
how a picture got on a wall. how a scar got on your face. sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking.
mitch albom
source: manchester metropolitan university graduation show 2011, via sea angels
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